My Father's House

I rejoice as a prince born into wealth

Because my father is the King of kings

I speak as one of the wise of the earth

Because my father is the sage of sages

I am a lover of all the created species

For my father is the maker of them all

All the beasts and birds and fishes

Are his fine works fashioned to enthral

Shadowy lands under serene moonlit skies

Or ocean waves a thousand sunrays glancing

Clouds racing past or stealthy as spies

The beautiful fruit of his imagining

The forest birds sound a matchless melody

While the mountain falls ceaseless roar

The lion of the savanna bows to nobody

And the eagles ever higher peerless soar

The stars and distant galaxies pay homage

But so do the ant kingdoms under earth

Though voiceless to my ear, they divulge,

The praises of glory at his zenith

For want of time I mention but a billionth

Of all the colour and flavour and pleasures,

And the resounding fame and spanless worth

Of all the splendour of my father's house.


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