With its wild-wood joy imbued,
Seemed a covenant from heaven, arc of promise, rainbow-hued.
In the upper silence singing,
Hidden minstrel, unafraid,
In the sunlit branches, swinging,
By the west wind, whispering, swayed,
All the lower tumult silenced in the clear, blue depths o’erhead;
Whence the peace of heav’n, descending,
Filled the bird’s song, true and clear,
Lightsome duty sweetness lending,