As the hearth is full
Of light and warmth;
As the morning crocus
Is soaked in dew;
So the rejoicing earth.
Is filled with His
Love and mercy:
As I meander, aimlessly,
Through the fields,
And stop to rest
Under an inviting maple;
Everywhere I survey,
Do I see the signature
Of a loving Hand;
And almost, as it were,
The smile of God,
Cast across the light,
Of the flowers dancing
Upon the Grass.

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