A Morning Song

A thrush was singing by the sea
His thankful little melody
For earth's sweet loveliness reborn,
For wavelets sparkling in the morn,
For pearly drops on springing corn
For snowy bloom on wayside thorn.

And from my heart an echoing tone
Went up to the good Giver's throne
For life with all His bounty blessed,
For His dear love through man expressed,
For grace to follow His behest,
And count such work my sweetest rest.

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