In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.