I Am Athirst For God,

A Healthful Hunger For A Great Idea Is The Beauty And Blessedness Of Life.

Crowds Of Bees Are Giddy With Clover Crowds Of Grasshoppers Skip At Our Feet, Crowds Of Larks At Their Matins Hang Over, Thanking The Lord For A Life So Sweet.

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.