With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.