All Things Which Live Below The Sky

All things which live below the sky, or move within the sea, are creatures of the Lord most High, and brothers unto me.

I love to hear the robin sing, perched on the highest bough; to see the rook with purple wing follow the shining plow.

I love to watch the swallow skim the river in his flight; to mark, when day is growing dim, the glow-worm's silvery light;

The sea-gull whiter than the foam, the fish that dart beneath; the lowing cattle coming home; the goats upon the heath.

Beneath his heaven there's room for all; he gives to all their meat; he sees the meanest sparrow fall unnoticed in the street.

Almighty Father, King of kings, the Lover of the meek, make me a friend of helpless things, defender of the weak.