Ever kindly who, each dawn
Opens Nature's broad gates.
Unto us, the poor neighbours
Of such wealthy estates.
They know the single owner
And sole overseer of
God's true peace for to affirm.
God's true accepting love.
Its one thing, to see or hear
Each thing with life in it.
Another, through what is felt
For wind, breath of spirit.
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