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A Walk In The Pastures
A free breath breathes in Nature,
That maketh all things grow;
The breath of the Creator,
From whom all things do flow.
That maketh all things grow;
The breath of the Creator,
From whom all things do flow.
It warms and gladdens all things,
The flower and creeping vine,
The grass which in the meadow springs,
The oak and lofty pine.
The flower and creeping vine,
The grass which in the meadow springs,
The oak and lofty pine.
And every beast, and every bird,
Its quickening influence feels;
And tiny insect's note is heard,
Whose form the leaf conceals.
Its quickening influence feels;
And tiny insect's note is heard,
Whose form the leaf conceals.
I feel it on our rocky hills,
And lightly bound along;
My languid frame new vigor fills,
My voice breaks forth in song;
And lightly bound along;
My languid frame new vigor fills,
My voice breaks forth in song;
I praise and bless the Being great,
Who made this world so fair;
And did for joy each thing create,
And doth for all things care.
Who made this world so fair;
And did for joy each thing create,
And doth for all things care.
Poem No. 7; August 1856
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