With sky and bird and tree.

With budding boughs and turbulent streams

And God’s immensity.

I am enamored with fresh days

Drenched with rain and sun.

The tho’t of thine omnipotence

O! God has made me dumb.

Thy goodness is so wide, a thing

Beat, for me slower time.

I cannot sing so great a song

In one short life like mine.

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Sweet Distress

I HAVE known the beauty

I

Of a firegold west.

And from the hurt in rainsong

I shall never rest.

I heard the water running

From a green hill’s crest,

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