The Gift of God

This humble, landlocked marsh may knowThrough all its winding water-ways,In pulsing tides that come and go,The thrill of ocean's joy and praise.

I watched it all the twilight throughDrained, dreary, bare, and dry;'Tis flooded full of living blueNow sun and tide are high.

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