BLESSED be God who made such pretty birches,
And spent such gold in dandelions’ crowns.
He made small swallows flying o’er great churches,
Made little fish that gaze from streams at towns.
He made great woods to give the small birds perches,
Made the green meads to give the crickets gowns.
He made the snail. He made the crab which lurches
Sideways to port, made cockleshells, made clowns.
Blessed be God, so sweet , so near is He.
He made the old man’s sunlight, made this hour.
Made stars for roof tops. O what courtesy!
’T was He who dreamed the honeysuckle flower.
He gave the mole a labyrinth. He gave
The beach grass the embroidery of the wave.