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OT:

I. Opening

God\'s hand shapes peaks and vales with ease,
Wind and water flow, no cease,
But for the child of yellow earth,
Calls not flame and sword for force?

II. Revolving

Petals, caught by wind in rivers of bloom
Flowing waves o\'er yellow earth,
Dancing drifts neath azure skies
Riding Heaven\'s chariot \'on the way,
Never hasting, never ling\'ring perfect grace--
How I wish to be as you,
To freely fly in fate!

III. Rising

How free the wandering wind of seven lands and seas!
How blithe the sojourning stream of Heaven, Earth, and world between!

Yet ever:
Gales afleet the frigid mounts to halt in vales below--
Water rushes silver rills to linger the tranquil lakes--
Cloud pour down, seas ascend above--
Zephyrs fleet the plains, gusts die in dales--

All this I know,
and Heaven all knows:
You who roam so blithe and free,
Are but actors in a play of God.

IV. Finishing

A zephyr alights on the eve stream,
Ripples lilting to a gentle water song.
Drum beats march into the golden dale,
Children dancing to a patter-patter gong.