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THOU HAST given me thy seat at thy window from the early hour.

I have spoken to thy silent servants of the road running on thy errands and have sung with thy choir of the sky.

I have seen the sea in calm bearing its immeasurable silence, and storm struggling to break open its own mystery of depth.

I have watched the earth in its prodigal feast of youth, and in its slow hours of brooding shadows.

Those who went to sow seeds have heard my greetings, and those who brought their harvest home or their empty baskets have passed by my songs.

Thus at last my day has ended and now in the evening I sing my last song to say that I have loved thy world.

 

 

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