Henry Charles Beeching Poems

WITH lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
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God who created me
Nimble and light of limb,
In three elements free,
To run, to ride, to swim:
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GOD who created me
   Nimble and light of limb,
In three elements free,
   To run, to ride, to swim:
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A kiss, a word of thanks, away
They're gone, and you forsaken learn
The blessedness of giving; they
(So Nature bids) forget, nor turn
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