John Masefield

God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
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God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun,
And light the wandering out of stony ways.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears read more

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.

The corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy read more

The corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy bread, the food unpriced,
Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.

Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our read more

Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our hearts out to the embers,
And now go hand in hand down to the dead.