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A view from my window sheets, On a lazy Sunday morning once more.  Few downpour drops on the window ledge  Post downpour, the climate so chill.  The group on the roads are lesser than usual The bus station has just a couple of travelers,  The usual hustle clamor of the matatus is unwitnessed,  Why not! Isn't Sunday intended to simply sit back, relax and have a great time.  However, there are additionally bustling individuals on the streets  Decked up and hastily catching with the bus,  Then, at that point there were additionally the less lucky newspaper delivery guys, For whom Sunday resembles a regular work day.  Observing all these while sipping my hot cup of tea  Life appears to be relentless and we like hard worker,  At the point when I glance back at my room on this lazy Sunday  Just to discover my sweet lovely woman, how soundly asleep she lays!

Arise Sunday morning as daylight is showing up,  And beams on the hills through the delimiting trees,  The skies are aglow with a range of colors,  As murmurs of cloud ride the cool delicate breeze.  Sing for me you songbird for your tunes resemble silver,  What's more, welcome the new day with pleasantness and love,  Open my window and take in the excellence,  What's more, convey me forward to the sky above.  Look after the nation as shadows are blurring,  The slopes somewhere out there and fields waving gold,  Consistent with my heart continually yielding such delight,  Also, capture the second with sights to see.  As butterflies sail through the nurseries of blossoms,  An image of the beautiful sun with limitless elegance,  Streaming before me in streams so reviving,  So kind to my fingers and cool to my face.  Grateful Sunday morning the church bells are ringing,  And calling to adore they peal thro...

Go thou and look for the House of Prayer!  To the mighty place, and there  In stunning nature see the GOD OF LOVE.  The growing organ's ring  Wakes not my spirit to enthusiasm,  Like the wild music of the breeze cleared forest.  The lovely special stepped area and the spiritualist vest  Energize not such zest in my bosom,  As where the early afternoon tide pillar Flash'd from the wrecked stream, Fast vibrates on the stunned sight;  Or then again where the cloud-suspended downpous Compasses in shadows over the plain;  Or then again when leaning back on the clift's immense tallness  I mark the surges burst in silver light.  Go thou and look for the House of Prayer!  I to the Woodlands will fix,  Feed with all Natures charms my eyes,  What's more, hear all Natures tunes.  The primrose bank will there administer  Faint aroma to the awaken'd sense,  The morning radiates that life and euphoria confer...