Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“ And my heart runs to my hand and helps the labour,
For I think this is the way that leads to you,
Lord of all.
I am running, yet I turn from toil and duty,
Oftentimes to just the art of being glad;
Yes, to just the joys that make the earth-world bright
(While I run, while I run) .
For the soul that worships God must worship beauty,
And the heart that thinks of You can not be sad,
Lord of light. ”