The scent of the flowers in the woods is sweetest
When the lightning has flickered out and the thunder has died away;
When the drop still trembles, shimmering, in the calyx,
And the rainbow of peace arises comfortingly.

  A pair of eyes smiles most sweetly at you,
When its lashes lift with the tears still upon them;
When, abruptly in flight, it passes over you lovingly
And, shining with hope, then wafts toward heaven.

  A song greets your heart most sweetly
When pain is transfigured in its holy sound;
When, comfortingly and pleasantly, its tones rise
And then it rejoicingly sings of the victory of faith.