And seek expression in a prayer of thanks?
With equal fervency of devotion and gratitude she sings this tribute to the day:
Ah, what a day He hath made, He hath made!
It flasheth abright and asweet, and asweet.
It showeth His love and His smile, yea, His smile.
The hills stand abrown, aye astand brown,
And peaked as a monk in his cowl, aye, his cowl!
The grass it hath seared, aye, hath seared
And scenteth asweet, yea, asweet.
Ayonder a swallow doth whirl, aye, doth whirl,