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 For the sea of tossing horns when the round-up's at an end, For the thousand hoofs unshod; For the blossoms and the bees and the floating butterflies We thank Thee, O Lord God!

May'st 'Thou who mad'st all things to be alive, Thou who hast given the Senses Five, Thou who hast portioned the Nights and Days, Thou who hast given us lips for praise, Be thanked, Lord God!