BLESSED AM I that I am born to this land and that I had the luck to love her. What care I if queenly treasure is not in her store but precious enough is for me the living wealth of her love. The best gift of fragrance to my heart is from her own flowers and I know not where else shines the moon that can flood my being with such loveliness. The first light revealed to my eyes was from her own sky and let the same light kiss them before they are closed for ever.
COMRADE OF the road, Here are my traveller's greetings to thee. 0 Lord of my broken heart, of leave taking and loss, of the grey silence of the dayfall, My greetings of the ruined house to thee! 0 Light of the new-born morning, Sun of the everlasting day, My greetings of the undying hope to thee My guide, I am a wayfarer of an endless road, My greetings of a wanderer to thee.
THOU HAST given me thy seat at thy window from the early hour. I have spoken to thy silent servants of the road running on thy errands and have sung with thy choir of the sky. I have seen the sea in calm bearing its immeasurable silence, and storm struggling to break open its own mystery of depth. I have watched the earth in its prodigal feast of youth, and in its slow hours of brooding shadows. Those who went to sow seeds have heard my greetings, and those who brought their harvest home or their empty baskets have passed by my songs. Thus at last my day has ended and now in the evening I sing my last song to say that I have loved thy world.
