For the golden glory of your lavish and

ceaseless mercy, love, and grace, Lord

we humbly thank you with all our hearts.

I think poets are like a musical form

of the majestic, golden, shining,

lustrous sound and timbre of

a beauty-filled, celestial trumpet.

For it seems the trumpeter is

always sounding forth beauty,

light, melody, and royal notes

of praise and jubilance in a golden

and silver blaze of bright and

heightened majestic phrases that

emanate from the trumpet-like warming,

endearing, Heavenly sun-saturated rays!

I think poets are like a musical form

of the majestic, golden, shining,

lustrous sound and timbre of

a beauty-filled, celestial trumpet.