Oh, The Maker!

Where pansophy sprouts as the  fullness of gospel, endless;

Where avidity blooms in the cold frame of nature,

Where ties of blood nurture benevolence and roof of philanthropic vision,

Where the galaxy of  whole slew of stars glitter beyond all bounds,

Where sprinkles purl with the diapason of its singing,
Where the soil rises in joy of profligacy of its abundance,
Where soul inhales heavens of purity,
Where heart shoots ahead of all falsehood and sings
The paean of embellished philosophy,
Where eyes expand for goodwill and  wishes,
And heavenly blessedness,
Those things befall all
Through your creation, Oh, the Maker!

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