Lolling on a bank of thyme <br />Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . <br /> <br />Though peoples perish in defeat, <br />And races suffer to survive, <br />The sunshine never was so sweet, <br />So vast he joy to be alive; <br />The laughing leaves, the glowing grass <br />Proclaim how good it is to be; <br />The pines are lyric as I pass, <br />The hills hosannas sing to me. <br /> <br />Pink roses ring yon placid palm, <br />Soft shines the blossom of the peach; <br />The sapphire sea is satin calm, <br />With bell-like tinkle on the beach; <br />A lizard lazes in the sun, <br />A bee is bumbling to my hand; <br />Shy breezes whisper: "You are one <br />With us because you understand." <br /> <br />Yea, I am one with all I see, <br />With wind and wave, with pine and palm; <br />Their very elements in me <br />Are fused to make me what I am. <br />Through me their common life-stream flows, <br />And when I yield this human breath, <br />In leaf and blossom, bud and rose, <br />Live on I will . . . There is no Death. <br /> <br />Oh, let me flee from woeful things, <br />And listen to the linnet's song; <br />To solitude my spirit clings, <br />To sunny woodlands I belong. <br />O foolish men! Yourselves destroy. <br />But I from pain would win surcease. . . . <br />O Earth, grant me eternal joy! <br />O Nature - everlasting peace! <br /> <br /> Amen.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pantheist/
