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Robert W Service - The Host
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I never could imagine God:
I don`t suppose I ever will.
Beside His altar fire I nod
With senile drowsiness but still
In old of age as sight grows dim
          I have a sense of Him.
          
For when I count my sum of days
I find so many sweet and good,
My mind is full of peace and praise,
My heart aglow with gratitude.
For my long living in the sun
          I want to thank someone.

Someone who has been kind to me;
Some power within, if not on high,
Who shaped my gentle destiny,
And led me pleasant pastures by:
Who taught me, whether gay or grave,
          To love the life He gave.

A Host of charity and cheer,
Within a Tavern warm and bright;
Who smiles and bids me have no fear
As forth I fare into the night:
From whom I beg no Heav`n, but bless
          For earthly happiness.
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