Hey lover of animals and birds,
Nature reveals into your heart,
And searching of the self in God’s creation,
Give you that frenzy of divine commotion.
To shake off earthly satiety, -you love,
And cultivate yeomen service in every part,
You try to kill the mind, -the poisonous cobra,
By you austerity with spiritual algebra.
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