BIG THINGS AND SMALL
Thisspinning spark in space—our Earth and allIts vast envelopment of ancient night—Is not a wonder greater or less than the whiteBlossom now in the orchards, soon to fall.And let men learn the secret of that bloomAnd all its beauty’s wonder, they shall knowLife to the core; and they with God may goTo make a daisy or the day of doom.
Thisspinning spark in space—our Earth and allIts vast envelopment of ancient night—Is not a wonder greater or less than the whiteBlossom now in the orchards, soon to fall.And let men learn the secret of that bloomAnd all its beauty’s wonder, they shall knowLife to the core; and they with God may goTo make a daisy or the day of doom.
Thisspinning spark in space—our Earth and allIts vast envelopment of ancient night—Is not a wonder greater or less than the whiteBlossom now in the orchards, soon to fall.
Thisspinning spark in space—our Earth and all
Its vast envelopment of ancient night—
Is not a wonder greater or less than the white
Blossom now in the orchards, soon to fall.
And let men learn the secret of that bloomAnd all its beauty’s wonder, they shall knowLife to the core; and they with God may goTo make a daisy or the day of doom.
And let men learn the secret of that bloom
And all its beauty’s wonder, they shall know
Life to the core; and they with God may go
To make a daisy or the day of doom.