The days had all gone through,The ways had all found you,
And to the limitless of ends,
To grab an endless grab of bends,
You shine like clusters in the Milky Way,
You sing like humming birds in all sweet days,
'Tis all drawing the most beautiful,
Meets all the paints of the wonderful,
You make it sound like swinging sways,
As if to tell "let come what may",
It gives one best with a happy pot,
It leaves one's rest with a happy thought,
Until it brings the smile of ease,
Until it rings the bells of please,
You are the sunshine from east to west,
You brought me mine and please my best.
And to the limitless of ends,
To grab an endless grab of bends,
You shine like clusters in the Milky Way,
You sing like humming birds in all sweet days,
'Tis all drawing the most beautiful,
Meets all the paints of the wonderful,
You make it sound like swinging sways,
As if to tell "let come what may",
It gives one best with a happy pot,
It leaves one's rest with a happy thought,
Until it brings the smile of ease,
Until it rings the bells of please,
You are the sunshine from east to west,
You brought me mine and please my best.
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