I am witness to the myriad birds
God granted gifts for the Image of God;
The million flying forms,
The several thousand songs,
The flash of fanatical fashion —
Memories of the myriad gifts from God —
Still more they grace, and still I am in gratitude.

Seems of infinite quills on feathers;
Through thunderous nights to mists of dew
Drawn up, all God-given the artist,
That nature the gift for the artist —
And that nature from the artist, a gift.
There is no end to the generosity;
The charity unto our history and culture.

Consider my praise be to Christ!
I am one with who is.