Oh sun and earth, oh wind and sky,
Oh morning freshness on the flower!
Why sure it is a Spirit-hour,
The dawning of a light on high!
Did'st think the world a sorry thing,
Blooming to decay and die?
Oh man, the sole mortality
Is thine own sin and suffering!
Oh joy of the created Whole,
Springing from out eternity;
Arched by the blue of constancy,
Lit by the sun of Soul!
