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 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.] 
 The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an 
uncomfortable sensation now and then read more 
 The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an 
uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in 
the east. 
To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
 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. 
 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. 
 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! 
 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. 
 The faint old man shall lean his silver head
 To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
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 The faint old man shall lean his silver head
 To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
  And dry the moistened curls that overspread
   His temples, while his breathing grows more deep. 
 Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; 
thou art clothed with honour read more 
 Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; 
thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
 Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches 
out the heavens like a curtain:
  Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh 
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
   Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
    Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be 
removed for ever.