Vast-azure place, where birds fly high,
All say its sky, and so do I.
Sprinkles from sky, pearly they shine,
All say its rain, and so do I.
Dancing through parish, fields and dale,
Million & million beads of rain,
All say its river, and I was made to say.
River and River mingles again,
And O’ bigger River it seems to me,
But all say it’s Sea, and I was forced to say.
For I don’t know now, who have given these names,
But for the things they say, Is little I know:
Sky gives Rain, Rain forms Rivers
Rivers and Rivers make up Sea
And where Sea leads, It is to Thee.
And where Thee rests,
Is where birds fly high!
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