Feel the heat slip down my chest
And lodge itself deep in my breast
This feeling it is just the best
And it comes on at my behest
Truly needed to arrest
The thoughts that flow in from the west
And north and south that try to wrest
Away the joy which is the best
And leave me with a spirit mes’t
But to the east I see a crest
Of sun now climbing from it’s nest
And with it I feel truly blessed
And I have seen and can attest
It frees the mind of all request
And puts the aching soul to rest
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