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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June The people God sends us to set our heart free. The bob-o'-links rallied them up from the dell, The orioles whistled them out of the wood; And all of their singing was, "Earth, it is well!" And all of their dancing was, "Life, thou art good!" |