Your friends shall be the tall winds,

The river and the tree,

The sun that laughs and marches,

The swallow and the sea.


Your prayer shall be the murmur

Of grasses in the rain,

The song of wild wood thrushes

That makes God glad again.


And you shall  run and wander

And you shall dream and sing

Of brave things and bright things

Beyond the swallows wing.


And you shall envy no man

Nor hurt your heart with sighs,

For I will keep you simple

That God may make you wise.