On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See

Thank God For Poverty That Makes And Keeps Us Free And Lets Us Go Our Unobtrusive Way, Glad Of The Sun And Rain, Upright, Serene, Humane, Contented With The Fortune Of A Day.

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

Lord Of The Far Horizons, Give Us The Eyes To See Over The Verge Of The Sundown The Beauty That Is To Be.

Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As Instinctive Craving, In Our Souls As Devotion, And In Our Minds As Pride.

On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See A Wider Dawn Unfurled. . . . The Eternal Slaves Of Beauty Are The Masters Of The World.