by Fannie Stearns Davis
Your friends shall be the Tall Wind,
The River and The Tree;
The Sun that laughs and dances
The Swalllows and the Sea
Your prayers shall be the murmur
Of grasses in the rain;
The song of wildwood thrushes
That makes God glad again
And you shall run and wander,
And you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and of bright things
Beyond the swallow's wings.
And you shall envy no man,
Nor hurt your heart with sighs
For I will keep it simple
That God make you wise.