LET me be great, as stars are great,
Singing of love, not of hate.

Love for sweet and simple things,
Like clouds and sea-shell whisperings,

Cool autumn winds, pale dew-kissed flowers,
Thin coils of smoke and granite towers,

Snow-capped mountain peaks that flash
High above a river's crash,

Shrill songs of birds and children's laughter,
Soft grey shadows trailing after

Sunbeam sprites that seek the woods
And lose themselves in solitudes.

All these I'll love, never hate,
And loving them, I will be great.