O Lord, how lovely it is to be Thy
guest. Breeze full of scents; mountains reaching to the skies; waters
like boundless mirrors, reflecting the sun's golden rays and the
scudding clouds. All nature murmurs mysteriously, breathing the depth of
tenderness. Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Thy
love. Blessed art thou, mother earth, in thy fleeting loveliness, which
wakens our yearning for happiness that will last for ever, in the land
where, amid beauty that grows not old, the cry rings out: Alleluia!
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