Within my heart I hold the skies,
Whatever hue they seem to wear;
In tempest gloom, or sunlight clear,
Their storm and shine alike I prize.
I lonely am, and motionless,
And yet, what great things come to me!
The planets in their mystery,
Sun, Moon, and Stars, the great, the less.
Deep in my heart I hold them all,
Their quiring voices cheer my lot;
All motionless in one lone spot,
Yet God's full heaven in sight and all.
And creatures great and creatures small,
Find comfort in my fixed abode;
It may be man, or bird, or toad,
I share my life with each and all.
For all are dear to heart of God,
And each can serve where'er he be;
Whether in life, full, rich, and free,
Or bound as I, by Prairie sod.