Discipline Poem by Ina Coolbrith

Discipline



UPON the patient earth
A thousand tempests beat,
To call to life the flowers
That make her glad and sweet.

So, o'er the human heart,
The countless griefs that roll,
But wake immortal joy
To bloom within the soul.

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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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