 Let Us Make Each Day Our Birthday by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by Kate McDonald. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, planted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendors of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exulting matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by Colin Panicet. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendors of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by C. S. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendors of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by L. G. Pug, Perth, Western Australia. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by Dana Meilinger in February 2010. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some higher endeavor, aiming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read the LibriVox.org by James O'Connor. January 2010 Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or air-bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains. Chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains, let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discords in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read the LibriVox.org by Kirstie. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or momentum, to the morning skies, to the soul-unplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains. Chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains, let us make each day our birthday, each morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for nobler strife, toiling up a looking gardener that's the poliest we as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S. A. R. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul-uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers, and the birds exultant matins and the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking Godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday by S-A-R. Read for LibriVox.org by Mary Herndon Bell. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifted anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging sea and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins and the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking Godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S.A.R. Read for LibriVox by Mark Rocher. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifted anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging seas and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking Godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S.A.R. Read for LibriVox by Nicholas James Bridgewater. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging seas and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. As with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging seas and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S-A-R, read for LibriVox.org by RDP. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging seas and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Let us make each day our birthday, by S-A-R, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. Let us make each day our birthday, as with each new dawn we rise, to the glory and the gladness of God's calm or bending skies, to the soul uplifting anthems of creation's swelling strains, chanted by the towering mountains, surging seas and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday, every morning life is new, with the splendours of the sunrise and the baptism of the dew, with the glisten of the woodlands and the radiance of the flowers and the birds exultant matins in the young days wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, to a newer, holier life, rousing to some high endeavor, arming for a nobler strife, toiling upward, looking godward, lest our poor lives be as discards in heaven's symphony of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.