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MABEL FETT MILLER

Father, I would serve Thee;
What wouldst Thou have of me upon this quiet hill,
Where valorous deeds are known as echoes only
Brought by the winds that voyage where they will?

At dusk I hear the stars
Declare Thy handlwork
In soft melodious tone;
The love that stays each star
Is Thine, dear Father,
Thine alone.

At dawn I hear the lark
Carol her thanks to Thee
For safety through the night,
For nest and small brown birds,
For sun and dew,
Song and flight.

Father, upon this quiet hill,
Where valorous deeds as echoes faintly ring,
Like glowing star and grateful lark
Thy praise, dear Father, I can sing,
I can sing!

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