Beauty of the
  world, don't we
    so belong?
Say--oh, say it to
  my beating
    heart!
Or, if in too much
  nerve you can't,
Just jump, jump
  onto me so fast!

Angel in spring,
  don't you see
    my heart torn
      wide open,
Unable with life's
  turmoil tocope--
A living
  testimony of the
      ways
By which one
  finger alone
   doesn't wash a
     face!