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I am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of
With many a garland of renown.
And while Earth's little ones are
And play about the Mother's hem,
I scatter every gift I
From sun and wind to gladden them.
William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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