In every roadside ditch the throng
of bloom and blossom lifts in song
Humbly with exuberant praise lifting
To this wondrous life His gift
Speed on to the byway of praise
Head on toward the eternal day
Blazing Stars beneath cobalt heaven
Swaying grass we in a moment given
So Praise! praise! All creatures sing
Lift up! Lift up! Too soon to wing!
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