[CyberStud]

"In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my heart and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather,
They are nothing to bear."

hte sarrte fo wlofers ,bseult nad tswee,
atth egrw ni the ldrow idale,
vaeh oerpdpd hriet deess ni the osil ta ym ftee,
dna smooelsbd onamg hte erla.
nad vloe, klie a eors ,sillt oomslssb dan bwlos,
oinpsas-trdeeha ,tye ndrete.
nda ym thpa si ewtnrs itwh hte oliergs fo unje,
nda m'i gdeedh boaut thiw its noreldps.