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So Cry the Rocks

The sun’s propelled in warming, flowing waves
The land is bathed in streams of fresh delight
Its praise unites in brightly wooded naves
The hills rejoice to bask amongst the cooling light
The grasses dance a lusty jig atop the sighing earth
The mountains stand as bastions tall in stoic might
The varied beasts and birds sing out with lusty mirth
Along the laughing, running, fair happy streams
Amongst the silent trees of ancient worth
The constant stones shout out in steady, artful song
The wooded groves stand cloaked in lovely, leafy staves
In worship of the one who made and wafts the world along
Who triumphs o’er our waiting graves
Who bled to die, and died to save


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