Free as a bird to settle where I will.
Rest and be thankful.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.