And for the sun and for the flowers as well
And see the lovely brook explosively
Bursting and spuming, and the mossy rocks,
So pure and green, the muscly rolling hills
Confettied with the dew of sunny May.
How grand the view! How fine the gifts we have:
The surging, lashing breakers, shining moons
Resplendent through the nights, the glowing stars
For navigation, and the ships and men
Fighting the scourging waves to which they are
Enslaved, the playing whales, the scattered reefs;
For colours – violets, turquoises, and greys,
Let’s thank our God: for this variety.
One of my schoolboy attempts, I think!