Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
The blessed John once walked beside
A limpid stream, and watched its tide.
Through grass and flowers his pathway lies,
He marks them well with loving eyes,
So fresh their bloom, so fair to sight —
' Oh, God, this earth of Thine how bright !
The little floweret smiling still
While buds and verdure fill the vale !
There's not a leaf or flower, I ween.
But hath a sense of life within.
Each little worm, though meanly dressed,
Is in its conscious being blessed.
Where'er a spark of life doth dwell
The love of God abideth still ! '