Finds in some beetle on the road
A power to lift the human load;
Sees, in some dead leaf dried and curled,
The deeper meaning of the world;
Hears through the roar of mortal things
The God’s immortal whisperings;
Sees the world-wonder rise and fall,
And knows that Beauty made it all.
He walks the circle of the sun,
And sees the bright Powers laugh and run.