Blessed Are the Meek, for They Shall Inherit the Earth + 

A quiet heart, submissive, meek, + 

Father, do thou bestow, + 

Which more than granted, will not seek + 

To have, or give, or know. + 

Each little hill then holds its gift + 

Forth to my joying eyes; + 

Each mighty mountain then doth lift + 

My spirit to the skies. + 

Lo, then the running water sounds + 

With gladsome, secret things! + 

The silent water more abounds, + 

And more the hidden springs. + 

Live murmurs then the trees will blend + 

With all the feathered song; + 

The waving grass low tribute lend + 

Earth’s music to prolong. + 

The sun will cast great crowns of light + 

On waves that anthems roar; + 

The dusky billows break at night + 

In flashes on the shore. + 

Each harebell, each white lily’s cup, + 

The hum of hidden bee, + 

Yea, every odour floating up, + 

The insect revelry⁠— + 

Each hue, each harmony divine + 

The holy world about, + 

Its soul will send forth into mine, + 

My soul to widen out. + 

And thus the great earth I shall hold, + 

A perfect gift of thine; + 

Richer by these, a thousandfold, + 

Than if broad lands were mine. + 