A Patch Of Meadow Upland Reached By A Mile Of Road, Soothed By The Voice Of Waters, With Birds And Flowers Bestowed. Hither I Come For Strength Which Well It Can Supply, For Love Draws Might From Terrene Force And Potencies Of Sky. The Tremulous Battery Earth Responds To The Touch Of Man; It Thrills To The Antipodes, From Boston To Japan. The Planets' Child The Planet Knows And To His Joy Replies; To The Lark'S Trill Unfolds The Rose, Clouds Flush Their Gayest Dyes. When Ali Prayed And Loved Where Syrian Waters Roll, Upward The Ninth Heaven Thrilled And Moved; At The Tread Of The Jubilant Soul.