Laughter of the streams,
For ’tis the voice of Him.
Noon’s heat, and tire o’ earth,
Shed thou of rest to His,
For ’tis the rest of Him.
Evil days of earth,
Stride thou on and smite,
For ’tis the frown of Him.
Earth, this, the chant o’ me,
May end, as doth the works o’ man,