I felt a song within my mind
Vibrating through my soul
It and the sun were of the same kind:
A gold-bright joy and brilliance
My song wove the grass with wind
Then stretched small fingers to the stars
It claimed a kinship with Adam before he sinned-
A link no longer ours
It shouted from a mountain to a solitary cloud
I hummed it to a rose
As it in Nature’s voice grew loud
Then echoed, echoed, echoed
I saw my song within the trees
Stronger, deeper than I first thought
And it ever more seemed to be
That my small note had changed
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