  Little winds in a hurry, Great winds over the sky, Clouds sleek or furry, Storms that rage and die, The whole cycle of weather From calm to hurricane Of four gales wroth together, Thunder, lightning, rain, The burning sun, snowing, Hailstones pattering down, Blue skies and red skies showing, Skies with a black frown, By these signs and wonders You may tell God's mood: He shines, rains, thunders, But all His works are good. |
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