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For the rosebud's break of beauty
 Along the toiler's way;
For the violet's eye that opens
 To bless the new-born day;
For the bare twigs that in summer
 Bloom like the prophet's rod;
For the blossoming of flowers,
 I thank Thee, O my God!

For the lifting up of mountains,
 In brightness and in dread;
For the peaks where snow and sunshine
 Alone have dared to tread;
For the dark of silent gorges,
 Whence mighty cedars nod;
For the majesty of mountains,
 I thank Thee, O my God!

For the splendor of the sunsets,
 Vast mirrored on the sea;
For the gold-fringed clouds, that curtain
 Heaven's inner mystery;
For the molten bars of twilight,
 Where thought leans, glad, yet awed;