A quiet heart, submissive, meek, <br />Father, do thou bestow, <br />Which more than granted, will not seek <br />To have, or give, or know. <br /> <br />Each little hill then holds its gift <br />Forth to my joying eyes; <br />Each mighty mountain then doth lift <br />My spirit to the skies. <br /> <br />Lo, then the running water sounds <br />With gladsome, secret things! <br />The silent water more abounds, <br />And more the hidden springs. <br /> <br />Live murmurs then the trees will blend <br />With all the feathered song; <br />The waving grass low tribute lend <br />Earth's music to prolong. <br /> <br />The sun will cast great crowns of light <br />On waves that anthems roar; <br />The dusky billows break at night <br />In flashes on the shore. <br /> <br />Each harebell, each white lily's cup, <br />The hum of hidden bee, <br />Yea, every odour floating up, <br />The insect revelry- <br /> <br />Each hue, each harmony divine <br />The holy world about, <br />Its soul will send forth into mine, <br />My soul to widen out. <br /> <br />And thus the great earth I shall hold, <br />A perfect gift of thine; <br />Richer by these, a thousandfold, <br />Than if broad lands were mine.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blessed-are-the-meek-for-they-shall-inherit-the-earth/
