[Written for the Sentinel.]

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I love the clouds that sweep the blue;The breeze, that trips the violets through;The swaying grasses, bending trees,The brilliant moth, the valiant bees,I love the shadows of the wood—I love to know that God is good!

I love the mountains' towering strength,The rivers, in their sinuous length;The little lakes, whose smile and glintOf something deeper give a hint.I love the ocean's deep-toned strife,I love to know that God is Life!

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