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Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free! / The blue of the sky, the shade of a tree, / And the unowned leagues of the shining sea.
Be grateful, my heart, for everyman's gold; / By road-way and river and hill unfold / Sun-coloured blossoms that never are sold.
For the little joys sometimes say a grace; / The scent of a rose, the frost's fairy lace, / Or the sound of the rain in a quiet place.
Be glad of what cannot be bought or beguiled; / The trust of the tameless, the fearless, the wild, / The song of a bird and the faith of a child.
For prairie and mountain, windswept and high, / For betiding beauty of earth and sky -- / Say a benediction e'er you pass by.
Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free! / The joy of life and the spring's ecstasy, / The dreams that have been and the dreams that will be.