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VI (from 1979) by Wendell Berry What stood will stand, though all be fallen, The good return that time has stolen, Though creatures groan in misery, Their flesh prefigures liberty To end travail and bring to birth Their new perfection in new earth. At word of that enlivening Let the trees of the woods all sing And every field rejoice, let praise Rise up out of the ground like grass. What stood, whole in every piecemeal Thing that stood, will stand though all Fall--field and woods and all in them Rejoin the primal Sabbath's hymn. You can find this poem in A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997.
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