In the circuit of earth and of air;
In the blessing's ambition will bring;
In beautiful, bountiful spring.
I sought for it high and low,
Where thought of a mortal may go;
But never a trace could I find;
I could not, for lo! I was blind.
In the circuit of earth and of air;
In the blessing's ambition will bring;
In beautiful, bountiful spring.
I sought for it high and low,
Where thought of a mortal may go;
But never a trace could I find;
I could not, for lo! I was blind.