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God of the restless, changing winds,
And the high clouds that roam,
And drifting aimless wraiths of mist,
Grant us here a home.

God of the strong and sweeping winds,
And of keen, mounting fires,
And swift wings beating to the blue,
Grant us brave desires.

God of the lightning running free,
And the loud thunder's song,
And all the splendid, storm-swept world,
Grant us to be strong.

God of the depths of star-lit night,
And the tall, whispering trees,
And fields of asters drenched with rain,
Grant us steadfast peace.

God of the sunrise barred with gold,
And the broad fields of dew,
And far roads reaching to the world,
Grant us work to do.

God of our garden's ordered grace,
Of its hedge flowers a-foam,
And of our hearth-fire's gleam and gloom,
Grant us here a home.