He loved the brook's soft sound
The swallow swimming by
He loved the daisy-covered ground
The cloud-bedappled sky
To him the dismal storm appeared
The very voice of God
And when the evening rack was reared
Stood Moses with his rod
And everything his eyes surveyed
The insects in the brake
Were creatures God Almighty made
He loved them for His sake
A silent man in life's affairs
A thinker from a boy
A peasant in his daily cares
A poet in his joy