Rich is the earth with a treasure,
Most wonderful, boundless and free;
Full is the world, beyond measure,
Of beauty for you and me.
Gold of the sun heaven adorning;
Little grey shadows that pass;
Pearl of the dew in the morning,
A-sheen on the flowers and grass.
Wealthy the world, beyond counting,
With hoard of a music sweet:
Trill of the lark in its mounting,
And whisper of waving wheat;
Chant of the bee homeward flying;
Prayer of the leaf on the tree;
Song of the wind softly sighing,
And dirge of the restless sea.
(Taken from an Old School Book of mine -
"Poems of Yesterday and Today")