Thank God my eye still sees
Over the tops of trees
Into the radiant sky
Where homeward, swallows fly.

Thank God my ears still hear
The sounds, so very dear
To me, of music blest
With power to bring me rest.

Thank God I can still run
To quiet wood when sun
Is setting; and on fate
I needs must meditate.

Thank God that I have these
Good things; and they appease
Me somewhat, for a heart
So quick to fall apart.