savannah-swards

Updated: August 11, 2026

Ocean girds Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn; and rife Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees, To show above the unwasted stars that pass In their old glory. 'O thou God of old, Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these! But even so much patience, as a blade of grass Grows by, contented through the heat and cold."

Augusta J. Evans Wilson - Vashti: or, Until Death Us Do Part