The silent whisper of the day,
The invisible ghost of the night
Continuously waving the high branches
Of the forests,
And the lowly daffodils
Of the meadows.
The breath of God
You may call it
For all trembles at its strength,
At its power.
The uncontrollable force--
May it forever
Travel the world.

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