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All things which live below the sky,
or move within the sea,
are creatures of the Lord most High,
and brothers unto me.
I love to hear the robin sing,
perched on the highest bough;
to see the rook with purple wing
follow the shining plow.
I love to watch the swallow skim
the river in his flight;
to mark, when day is growing dim,
the glow-worm's silvery light;
The sea-gull whiter than the foam,
the fish that dart beneath;
the lowing cattle coming home;
the goats upon the heath.
Beneath his heaven there's room for all;
he gives to all their meat;
he sees the meanest sparrow fall
unnoticed in the street.
Almighty Father, King of kings,
the Lover of the meek,
make me a friend of helpless things,
defender of the weak.
Edward John Brailsford (1841-1921)