Set Me A Task In Which I

Have Little Care That Life Is Brief, And Less That Art Is Long. Success Is In The Silences Though Fame Is In The Song.

I Took A Day To Search For God, And Found Him Not. But As I Trod By Rocky Ledge, Through Woods Untamed, Just Where One Scarlet Lily Flamed, I Saw His Foot Print In The Sod.

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.

Over The Shoulders And Slopes Of The Dune I Saw The White Daisies Go Down To The Sea, A Host In The Sunshine, An Army In June, The People God Sends Us To Set Our Heart Free.