  The world is fair! The circling swell Of fresh tumultuous sea Holds life within its rhythmic rise And bursts of harmony; And storm-clouds chasing down the sky Empty their hearts as they sweep by. The world is gay!—Such lilt and song, Such mellowness of tune, Such drifting airs from wave and shore, From rock and sand and dune. I did not know that clouds of spray Splashed as they fell, a roundelay. A magic day! A magic hand Has raised a magic mood. Oh! years ago God made the world And saw that it was good. And from His ecstasy divine I borrowed this sweet hour of mine. |
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