Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.