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Supremest Life and Lord of All, / I bring my thanks to thee; / Not for the health that does not fail, / And wings me over land and sea; / Not for this body's pearl and rose, / And radiance made sure / By thine enduring life that flows / In sky-print swift and pure;
Not for the thought whose glowing power / Glides far, eternal, free, / And surging back in thy full hour / Bears the wide world to me; / Not for the friends whose presence is / The warm, sweet heart of things / Where leans the body for the kiss / That gives the soul its wings;