Yet as I journey out this day
In the early dimmed day
May the silent morn
Grow in me a desire
That is born in you
Despite what troubles
Lie a short ways off
And though at times
They seem to overrun
This trough
None shall steal my joy
For tis you and in you
All things must submit
And all of pleasure
And wit
They are thine
So let the spirit shine
In this heart of mine
May he fill what is void
May I be overjoyed
In the wonder of it all
From early morn
To distant night
May all be pleasing
In thy sight
-Joshua Lee Foist
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