AN ANTHEM IN HEAT
Now praise the Lord, both moon and sun,
And praise Him all ye nights and days,
And golden harvests every one,
And all ye hidden waterways,
With cattle standing to the knees
Safe from the bitter gadfly's sting;
But praise Him most, O little breeze
That walks abroad at evening.
And praise Him all ye nights and days,
And golden harvests every one,
And all ye hidden waterways,
With cattle standing to the knees
Safe from the bitter gadfly's sting;
But praise Him most, O little breeze
That walks abroad at evening.
O praise Him, all ye orchards novw,
And all ye gardens deep in green,
Ripe apples on the yellowing bough,
And golden plum and nectarine,
And peaches ruddier than the rose,
And pears against the southern wall;
But most the little wind that blows
The blessed wind at evenfall.
And all ye gardens deep in green,
Ripe apples on the yellowing bough,
And golden plum and nectarine,
And peaches ruddier than the rose,
And pears against the southern wall;
But most the little wind that blows
The blessed wind at evenfall.
O praise Him, hoary dews again,
Drenching the meadows 'neath the moon,
And praise Him, hidden founts of rain,
And amber brooks singing a tune,
And icy deeps of well-water,
And each pellucid stream and spring;
Drenching the meadows 'neath the moon,
And praise Him, hidden founts of rain,
And amber brooks singing a tune,
And icy deeps of well-water,
And each pellucid stream and spring;
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