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THANKSGIVING
At last the ravening wind is still,
No fierce beast at the window-sill
Howls and shakes bars. O world at ease,
I praise God for the quietness!
No fierce beast at the window-sill
Howls and shakes bars. O world at ease,
I praise God for the quietness!
But is this he, this heavenly day,
Comes singing up the seaward way,
A young Lamb in a dew-drenched fleece?
I praise God for the quietness!
Comes singing up the seaward way,
A young Lamb in a dew-drenched fleece?
I praise God for the quietness!
So many nights of windy wars,
The great procession of the stars
Swayed like a swarm of golden bees.
I praise God for the quietness!
The great procession of the stars
Swayed like a swarm of golden bees.
I praise God for the quietness!
The sea, who has drowned many men,
Goes singing her sleepy song again,
Rocking her dead upon her knees.
I praise God for the quietness!
Goes singing her sleepy song again,
Rocking her dead upon her knees.
I praise God for the quietness!
O, now the thrush is not afraid
Tossed in the wind as a green glade,
To chant his madrigals and glees.
I praise God for the quietness!
Tossed in the wind as a green glade,
To chant his madrigals and glees.
I praise God for the quietness!
For all dear souls that have enough
Where the storms cease and rains leave off,
Safe from the bitter and scourging seas,
I praise God for the quietness!
Where the storms cease and rains leave off,
Safe from the bitter and scourging seas,
I praise God for the quietness!
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