II
Myriad forms
Pure and new as a thought of God,
Rose from the sod,
Sprang into life with me,
A bending sea
Of distant, infinite blue,
From East to West, from South to North,
Bent over us. We, called forth
Up from the heart of the earth,
Shook in the east wind's mirth,
Thrilled to the south wind's kiss.
Rain and dew,
Storm and sun,
Blessed us, made us this,
And we grew.
Pure and new as a thought of God,
Rose from the sod,
Sprang into life with me,
A bending sea
Of distant, infinite blue,
From East to West, from South to North,
Bent over us. We, called forth
Up from the heart of the earth,
Shook in the east wind's mirth,
Thrilled to the south wind's kiss.
Rain and dew,
Storm and sun,
Blessed us, made us this,
And we grew.
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