He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.