Here upon the lonely hill

I will converse with you

Cloudy shadows race across open spaces

To the edge that meets the sky

White specks of sheep grazing

Mingle with black cattle lazing

The ripple of the rills on the hillside

Where water lies as heavenly spills.

Lying here amid the fern,

My soul content takes heed to learn

That the true philosophy

Makes the best of what may be;

Truth alone knows where truth is

And no myth can so enthrall

As Nature’s beauty over all.