I bent again unto the ground, 
And I heard the quiet sound 
Which the grasses make when they 
Come up laughing from the clay. 

"We are the voice of God," they said 
Thereupon I bent my head 
Down again that I might see 
If they truly spoke to me. 

But around me everywhere 
Grass and tree and mountain were 
Thundering in mighty glee, 
"We are the voice of Deity." 

And I leapt from where I lay
I danced upon the laughing clay, 
And, to the rock that sang beside, 
"We are the voice of God," I cried.