Among the meadows 
  lightly going, 
With worship and joy 
  my heart o'erflowing, 

Far from town 
  and toil of living, 
To a holy day 
  my spirit giving, . . . 

    *  *  *

Thou tender flower, 
  I kneel beside thee 
Wondering why God 
  so beautified thee. -- 

An answering thought 
  within me springeth, 
A bloom of the mind 
  her vision bringeth. 

Between the dim hill's 
  distant azure 
And flowery foreground 
  of sparkling pleasure 

I see the company 
  of figures sainted, 
For whom the picture 
  of earth was painted. 

Those robèd seërs 
  who made man's story 
The crown of Nature, 
  Her cause his glory. 

They walk in the city 
  which they have builded, 
The city of God 
  from evil shielded : 

To them for canopy 
  the vault of heaven, 
The flowery earth 
  for carpet is given ; 

Whereon I wander 
  not unknowing, 
With worship and joy 
  my heart o'erflowing.