Glory be to God for Peaceful Things

For the gentleness of the winter breeze as a wing may beat;

For the auburn leaves all in stipple upon a lullabied lake;

Might it be the morning dew quivering on the lea;

Or the cobweb as it clings;

The prancing deer and the dull-variegated cuckoo, cooing in longing

And the graceful daze of the pines.

All things sleeping, dancing; prancing, sighing;

Whatever is moving, is nature’s desire (who knows how?)

With peacefulness, gentleness; love, patience; grace, oblivion;

Nature fathers-forth whose persistence is past change:

Praise him.