In
the rows they stand,
Admiring
the artistry
Of
Gracious God:
Sweet
basil and tarragon,
White
mulberry, dark-red cherry,
And
deep-shining elderberry;
Trees
of black walnut and hickory,
Silken
ears of corn
Near
slender hanging pods
Of
purple-hull peas;
There
in the wild thrives
Calming
milk thistle
And
tangy muscadine;
In
the kitchen lingers
The
delightful smell
Of
freshly baked bread -
Sourdough
pancakes
Cooked
on the cast iron griddle.
This
great created world!
Suffused
with Divinity,
Fed
by the bright sun-fire
And
the moonlight silver-mild
Flowing
from the sky,
By
the slimy-slick earthworm
Gliding
through soil below,
By
gifts from chicken, goose, and hog
Here
in fair middle-earth;
The
march of the seasons
They
know right well
From
budding boughs and slender stalks,
Harvest
hues and flying fowl,
The
turning constellations of the stars;
Warm
and cold, storm and calm,
Are
welcome when they come,
Things
for praise and not for blame;
Its
handsome fruit:
The
kind, Christian man and maiden.
--
Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England,
South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð,
unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
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