Our human life
                Is but part of nature
                Splendour is everywhere
                There’s endless beauty to treasure.


                My artist-eyes roam the earth
                I see the beauty, not the terror*
                Of wild life and animals
                 My heart feels no tremor.

                How else could I paint
                If I set myself asunder?
                I should be the observed
               As well as the observer.

               Life is the undefinable mystery
               Yet I would count no creature as error
               My art is gratitude and surrender
               To some deep Unknown Power