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LXV

Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning,

And the warm sunlight sinks into the valley,

Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,

Strength, and fulfilment.

Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5

Through the soul and substance of my being,

Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,

O thou dear mortal.