This song of evening's light
Would charge my memory to flight
The
trees that listen
Swift wings do carry on
through constant
Gardens they offer
delight
It is the evening
In
deepest woods and fern
Young deer step
light through morning's mist
Ascend the
swallows
First light streams through the
treetops
Bouncing as the flowers
illuminate
The breath of morning
This song of ages past
I lay in peace
midst grass so green
To reach to skyward
Where larks do sing such high delights
Do
pour into my senses
The days are
blessings
The days are blessings
The
days are blessings
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