Maxioms by John Masefield
God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
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God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun,
And light the wandering out of stony ways.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears read more
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.
