The hills! all drenched in green and rich with life,
And billowed clouds above, all gold or gathering grey -
Shot through with sunset, or (often) threatening storm -
And birdsong beneath! lilting, lifting, laughing light.

Bright daisies dot a flowing sea of green,
White sailboats break the rushing sea of blue;
The stars ring out their shining voices clear
And air, wind-whirled, sun warmed, mothers all through and through.

'Tis beauty - beauty! - that sets my heart a-flight;
'Tis beauty that inspires my pen to write.