Rejoice in All Things Beautiful

Perhaps the spirit in its downward flight

Seeing the loveliness of earth forgets

In its amniotic bath the native light

And tinged perhaps with heavenly regrets

Takes up a body to share the human load.

Yet waiting in the pulsing heart of man

A spark resides, a guide though not a goad

To lead the soul in one brief earthly span,

Remembering the gate of golden rays

From which it came, to become aware

Of eternal music singing through our days

And rejoice in all things beautiful and fair.