Solnce sije na sive robove,
ki jih poljublja jutranji hlad,
te sive ostrine, te proste vrhove,
te imam rad.
Nad vsemi polji, nad vsemi dolinami
srebri se megla;
tu sem kot orel med sinjinami
blizu Boga.
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