A patch of meadow upland
Reached by a mile of road,
Soothed by the voice of waters,
With birds and flowers bestowed. 


Hither I come for strength
Which well it can supply,
For Love draws might from terrene force
And potencies of sky. 


The tremulous battery Earth
Responds to the touch of man;
It thrills to the antipodes,
From Boston to Japan.


The planets' child the planet knows
And to his joy replies;
To the lark's trill unfolds the rose,
Clouds flush their gayest dyes.


When Ali prayed and loved
Where Syrian waters roll,
Upward the ninth heaven thrilled and moved
At the tread of the jubilant soul.