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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune / I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, / A host in the sunshine, an army in June, / The people God sends us to set our heart free.
The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell, / The orioles whistled them out of the wood; / And all of their singing was, "Earth, it is well! " / And all of their dancing was, "Life, thou art good! "