As the evening sky
Unfolded before me;
Relaxed; in prayerful thoughts,
On the bank of the Scioto;
Trusty fishing pole at my side;
Was my heart stirred,
In praise and thanksgiving,
To the Father of Lights;
For wisdom, joy, and life,
Are of Him, and in Him.
In this gentle carress,
I am home once more.
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