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I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, / Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, / Thy wind that bloweth where it lists -- / Thy will, I love it more.
I love thy hidden truth to seek / All round, in sea, on shore; / The arts whereby like gods we speak -- / Thy will to me is more.
I love thy men and women, Lord, / The children round thy door; / Calm thoughts that inward strength afford -- / Thy will than these is more.
But when thy will my life doth hold / Thine to the very core, / The world, which that same will doth mould, / I love, then, ten times more!