129 (07.12.2014)

All nature's undisputed queen and king,
How can we not bow down to so much grace
All beauty that surrounds our everything,
From oldest obstacle to youngest face.
Lions and lambs and rocks and sand bow down
We all sing Hallelujah with one voice,
Which rattles from the stars and through the town
And through each side of every wasted choice.
What words will not fall short of your complex-
ity? What voice be heard to rival thine?
All nature far beyond what man detects,
Reflects in every eye that blesséd shine.
Of untold powers we know to be true
Sweet nature let me make a crown for you.


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