All Living Things Complete

April 6, 2014

If I could meet thee not alone in trance

Look on thy perfect beauty, the romance

Of life, the music that was born in me

Would sing and sorrow could no longer be.

The earth is thine of that my soul is sure

And being thine will once again be pure,

Her lands, her lakes, her seas, her skies, pristine

Her body radiant, apparelled in green,

Her austere mountain peaks of solitude

Her rivers and plains all wondrously renewed

To welcome once again your lotus feet

And thy touch of love all living things complete.