All about me, flower beds Lift their shining, rainbowed heads Sparkling like the crystal dells Chimes like little golden bells Blossoming open, reaching high To touch the pinking, twilight sky Silver tinsel, creamy lace, Dew-drops on the daisy’s face Fiddleheads unfurl, roses dance, In the morning’s hopeful glance And like the golden sparkling streams Are the dawn-bird’s melodies. Misty sunrise, glimmering day, Last twinkling star-lights seem to say “O what pleasure! O what peace If mankind would cause to cease All their strivings and their wars, And pause to gaze in wonder, for Gilded trees, the grass, the sun, Made by the Almighty One, Shine majestically in Praise Of His great and glorious name. And what happy Joys would come If Man would cease their strife therefrom?”