Praise be for mud when the frost goes out,
And the sap runs and the seeds sprout
And the tree buds burst with a soundless shout!
Beginning time — the time of birth,
The new yeast …
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Praise be for mud when the frost goes out,
And the sap runs and the seeds sprout
And the tree buds burst with a soundless shout!
Beginning time — the time of birth,
The new yeast stirs in the sodden earth.
The depth of mud is a gauge of worth.
Mud to the axle, mud to the knee,
Mud to the laboring whipple-tree,
Working its ancient alchemy ...
Praise be for mud!
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