This tiny life, with exquisite wings...

This tiny life, with exquisite wings,

Is one with all earth's moving things;

The light that burns in great Arcturus

Is tinct with gold of our wedding rings.

In every fibre, every jot,

The universe is one, I wot

Great God, Thou'rt One, and we Thy offspring

Can see some angles of Thy wide thought.

Thy footprints mark the ageless years,

Thy hand authenticates the spheres;

The voice of Time, the hush eternal,

One anthem sound in Thy listening ears.