The High Holidays
"Nor what I want to sing about,
"That the world is full of loveliness.
"When dewdrops sparkle in the grass
"And earth's aflood with morning light,
"A blackbird sings upon a bush
"To greet the dawning after night.
"Then I know how fine it is to live.
"Hey, try to open up your heart
"To beauty; go to the woods someday
"And weave a wreath of memory there.