Are you not much better than they
The fowls of the air and the beast of the field
Does God not care for them each day?
Yes, and also the lilies of the field. ...
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous
frown,
Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-
capped rollers break;
Above, one windmill stands forlorn on the arid,
grassy down:
I will set my sail on a stormy day and cross the
bar and seek
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