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The flame extinguishes, misfortunes upon us. God sets out in search of the sun. The rainbow sparkles in his hand, The bow of the divine hunter. He has heard the lamentation of his children. He walks along the milky way, he collects the stars. With quick arms he piles them into a basket Piles them up with quick arms Like a women that collects lizards And piles them into her pot, piles them Until the pot overflows with lizards Until the basket overflows with light. |
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By Cecil Francis Alexander All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings; The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate. The purple headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset and the morning, That brightens up the sky; The cold wind winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden-- He made them everyone. The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water We gather everyday,-- He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well! |
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