In the midst of noise,
Of a great thunder
With vehement rain
There lied a gentle presence
That bore the dance of nature
Rejoicing the moment,
For its freshness which,
Crossed the boundaries of time
Into realms of the eternal.
Such is the state
Gentle and immutable,
Which exists in non existence
Of a great thunder
With vehement rain
There lied a gentle presence
That bore the dance of nature
Rejoicing the moment,
For its freshness which,
Crossed the boundaries of time
Into realms of the eternal.
Such is the state
Gentle and immutable,
Which exists in non existence
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