II.

The bird on the leafy tree, The bird in the cloudy sky, The hart in the forest free, The stag on the mountain high,

The fish inside the sea, The albatross asleep On the outside of the deep, The bee through the summer sunny

Hunting for wells of honey — What is the thought in the breast Of the little bird in its nest? What is the thought in the songs

The lark in the sky prolongs? What mean the dolphin's rays, Winding his watery ways? What is the thought of the stag,

Stately on yonder crag? What does the albatross think, Dreaming upon the brink Of the mountain billow, and then

Dreaming down in its glen? What is the thought of the bee Fleeting so silently, Or flitting — with busy hum,

But a careless go-and-come — From flower-chalice to chalice, Like a prince from palace to palace? What makes them alive, so very —

Some of them, surely, merry. And others so stately calm They might be singing a psalm? I cannot tell what they think — -

Only know they eat and drink, And on all that lies about With a quiet heart look out, Each after its kind, stately or coy,

Solemn like man, gamesome like boy, Glad with its own mysterious joy. And God, who knows their thoughts and ways Though his the creatures do not know,

From his full heart fills each of theirs: Into them all his breath doth go; Good and better with them he shares; Content with their bliss while they have no prayers,

He takes their joy for praise. If thou wouldst be like him, little one, go And be kind with a kindness undefiled; Who gives for the pleasure of thanks, my child,

God's gladness cannot know.