I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.