That there should be bright stars is yet a wonder.

And I have wondered at the moon,

And at the healing of the sea, the empathetic roar of waves,

The final coming of the tide, the sand, •

The multicolors of the land,

The desert, splendid red and yellow,

Wild blooms of cactus, silver willow,

The sanity of open plain,

The strong smooth ever prairie wind

The mocking bird that silver sings all summer night.

In terms of atoms, yes.

But what explains in us the sweet response?

Why should the sun or sea excite the soul?

He cares, the flower maker and the builder of mountain birch.