It Is A Happy Thing That There

Natural Heart's Ivy, Patience Masks Our Ruins Of Wrecked Past Purpose.

Any Day, Any Minute We Bless God For Our Being Or For Anything, For Food, For Sunlight, We Do And Are What We Were Meant For, Madefor--things That Give And Mean To Give God Glory.

I Awoke In The Midsummer Not-to-call Night, In The White And The Walk Of The Morning

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.

And The Headbonny Ash That Sits Over The Burn. What Would The World Be, Once Bereft Of Wet And Of Wildness? Let Them Be Left, O Let Them Be Left, Wildness And Wet: Long Live The Weeds And The Wilderness Yet.