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 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound 
thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, read more 
 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound 
thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it 
goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. 
 I hear the wind among the trees
 Playing the celestial symphonies;
  I see the branches downward bent,
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 I hear the wind among the trees
 Playing the celestial symphonies;
  I see the branches downward bent,
   Like keys of some great instrument. 
 A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
 [A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.]  
 A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
 [A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.] 
 When the stormy winds do blow;
 When the battle rages loud and long,
  And the stormy winds read more 
 When the stormy winds do blow;
 When the battle rages loud and long,
  And the stormy winds do blow. 
But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
 Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!
 Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!
  Blow, that thy force I may read more 
 Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!
 Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!
  Blow, that thy force I may rehearse,
   While all my thoughts congeal to verse! 
 Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
 In the gay woods and in the golden air,
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 Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
 In the gay woods and in the golden air,
  Like to a good old age released from care,
   Journeying, in long serenity, away.
    In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
     Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks,
      And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
       And music of kind voices ever nigh;
        And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
         Pass silently from men as thou dost pass. 
 A breeze came wandering from the sky,
 Light as the whispers of a dream;
  He put the read more 
 A breeze came wandering from the sky,
 Light as the whispers of a dream;
  He put the o'erhanging grasses by,
   And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
    The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
     The shy, yet unreluctant stream. 
 Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
 The perfumes thou dost bring?  
 Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
 The perfumes thou dost bring?