Look - I have come through!

How wonderful it was
with all the green and 
all the sun, the tower -
its four 
weathervanes all golden -
striving for the blue
and God was in His Heaven
near to you
and you were in my heart
so near to me
and if our kind had
eyes that could not see
the green, the blue, the
golden crown of this fair
life - we could perceive
all the infinite
all the true
and we would say of life:
how wonderful it was
to live and love,
and in all strife
come through.

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