Seek not afar for beauty. Lo! it glows In dew-wet grasses all about thy feet; In birds, in sunshine, childish faces sweet, In stars and mountain summits topped with snows. Go not abroad for happiness. For see, It is a flower that blossoms at thy door! Bring love and justice home, and then no more Thou'lt wonder in what dwelling joy may be. Dream not of noble service elsewhere wrought; The simple duty that awaits thy hand Is God's voice uttering a divine command, Life's common deeds build all that saints have thought In wonder-workings, or some bush aflame, Men look for God and fancy Him concealed; But in earth's common things He stands revealed While grass and flowers and stars spell out His name. |