Show the forest here in the languorous silence where sunlight with shade interlaces let my soul adeep and from the well springs of beauty which time neither mars nor effaces let me drink deep far from the riotous throbbing of busy huma iti bustling here 1 a balm only a man clous aird song or music of glad leaves low rustling breaks the sweet calm oh to be friends with the lichens the low creeping vines and the mosses there close to lie gazing aloft at each pine plume that airily playfully tosses neath the blue sky oh to be near to the beauty and infinite grandeur of all things simple and free held by the magic that ages have wrought in the great and the small things for ou and me the |