[Written for the Sentinel]

"I love your promise"*

What is your promise, as you clap your hands,O graceful treesThat in the forest and the meadow landsRustle your tender song to every breeze;What do you sing?

We sing a song of never ending praise,Continual joy,Sweet, wordless pæan, that through all the daysIn one sweet harmony our powers employ;We sing our thanks.

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