This song celebrates the spirit of life .It provides inspiration and solace .
I sing,i sing
i sing a song
a song that tampers
far too long .
I and sing of god
his wonders prime
his godliness
his bliss sublime.
I sing of nature's
countless forms,
pristine beauty,
myriad charms.
Of sun and moon ,
of stars i sing ,
of waters too,
that sweet spring.
Their lilting note ,
play birds around,
enchanting all ,
with animating sound .
I sing of love ,
that man so bound .
and barrierless,
went all around .
I sing of man ,
his heart and soul ,
and on this earth,
his mystique role .
How once his glory,
shone in glue.
unmoved , undaunted ,
ages through .
And gone is he ,
so off his may ,
with every night,
and every day .
That having lost ,
his base , he hangs .
in disbalance
and pain he pangs.
In between earth ,
so down below .
and heavens up ,
that lofty so .
With science and wisdom
wealth and brain ,
but wishful thinking ,
lost in vain .
He totters wingless,
bidding to sail,
with failing nerves ,
and powers pale .
But man has faltered ,
off his tune ,
finding himself ,
so immune .
He lost his virtue
and his grace ,
that flew so rapid
off his face .
He reals in vice
and dwells in sin .
yet race of life ,
he hopes to win .
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