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| GOD made the world with rhythm and rime— | |
| The sun’s refrain he made the moon; | |
| He swung the stars to beat in time | |
| And set the universe in tune. | |
| He gave the seas their mighty tongue, | 5 |
| He gave his winds their lyric wings, | |
| And thus the very soul of Song | |
| Was woven in the scheme of things. | |
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| To-day this wonder was revealed | |
| Upon a twilight colored plain; | 10 |
| I saw it in the town and field, | |
| I heard it in the singing rain. | |
| The bows and birds repeated it, | |
| The streams intoned it as they ran, | |
| And then I saw how closely knit | 15 |
| Were God and Poetry with man. | |
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| A rift of sky—a group of trees, | |
| A ripple and a swallow’s dart, | |
| The cadence of a dying breeze, | |
| Like sudden music, swept my heart; | 20 |
| A laughing child looked up and sprang | |
| To greet me at the homeward climb— | |
| And all about me surged and sang | |
| The world God made with rhythm and rime. | |
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