Endued (Untitled)

So the great realm of nature is my fame,
Wherein I worship, God, and know thy reign,
Here shall I glean more perfect truths of thee
And reap the wisdom of eternity.
The lores of music and of harmony shall here
Advance thy praise, and bring this growing year
Flowers without taint, mirth without tragedy.
All earth yields up her happy store to thee
And birds chaunt forth a constant plsamody
Of perfect praise and lasting ecstasy.
Here shall my spirit stay, by thee endued,
In silent wakefulness and solitude.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985