The Soul's Breath

In the blue and clear pearl-ocean,
To the diver in his cell,
Comes the pure air to regale him,
But if atmosphere should fail him
Then the ocean deeps are hell.

So, Thou Source of Love and Power,
While in fields of earth we plod,
Give us atmospheres of healing,
Ever in our lives revealing
The refreshing sense of God.
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