The laughing waves
Dashed to the shore,
Kissed the earth
And ran back as before.
The trees their merriment
Tried to hide,
For they played this game
With a ceaseless tide.
Flowers scattered
In the grass so green:
A picture of beauty
To be seen.
All nature bows
To our God above
Who gave such beauty,
The measure of His love.
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