The Life Divine

The Life Divine written by William Henry Davies

From "The Bird of Paradise", 1914

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Give me the poet's life divine,
  For ever fresh and young;
The only hours that vex his soul
  Are hours that give no song;
    If he but can,
    A homeless man,
Turn suffering into songs divine -
  That poet's life is still divine,
    His life is still divine.

If but the Muse will help his soul
  To sing a grief that's wild,
No faithless spouse can pull him down,
  Nor disobedient child;
    Let her but prove
    His faithful love,
To sing his cares in songs divine -
  That poet's life is still divine,
    His life is still divine.

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