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

    granite¹ towers, Snow-capped mountain peaks that flash High above a river's crash, Shrill² songs of birds and children's laughter, Soft grey shadows trailing

    after Sunbeam sprites that seek the woods And lose themselves in solitudes³. All these I'll love, never hate, And loving them, I will be great.