Hearts that ache with a wounding smart,
Wander out from the heedless city;
The human yearning on Nature’s heart
Is a thing that God in his love must pity.
Sorrow and sin are in the mart,
And greed and gain killing tender feeling;
Here we draw close to the god Pan’s heart,
And feel on our hearts his touch of healing.
Often we ask, is there room to grow
’Neath the bands of the earth, so hard and binding?