We walk the walk with wanton stride
And to the wayward path abide
Traversing the enchanted, magic planes
Hearing nature's sweet refrains
As in to her ***** we glide

This is the walk. See how we go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Taking us, both high and low
To Love, which raptures us in throe

Through us a magic breeze doth blow
And to ourselves the wisdom show
The walk of life is for the children
Who were born in God's celestrial cauldron
And who the goodness know