I can hear the lark, sweetly singing light
And as the amber gold of dawn effuses to night
I can see picturesquely to days beyond.
And this brightness which is sailing out a fore me It portends to me that vicissitudes are not so rash
It portrays to me the wondrous scintillations
That only spring from God's omniscient hands.
And as the fiery Sprite doth luminate the heavens
And as it exhorts us one and all to look above
One cannot help but wonder at its beauty
And think of its Creator and His love.
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