I woke for wonder, but hardly was,
Accustomed to the rays,
Of fierce, majestic Nature,
Her dazzling displays,

I queried quiet why I had not,
Facility to perceive,
The multitudes of Beauty,
In which the Saints believe,

And so, as babe, with awestruck eye,
I strode in to the festering view,
Of manifesting Nature, and I wake
To watch the world in bloom.