_GIVING to all, thou gavest as well to me. A myriad thirsty shores await the tide: They drink and drink, and will not be denied; But not a drop less full the brimming Sea._ _One tiny shell among the kelp and weed, One sand-grain where the beaches stretch away,— How shall the tide regard them? Yet each day It comes, and fills and satisfies their need._…
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