a quiet passion spent
with each new burst of song,
so glad was it for springtime sun,
so glad that winter’s chill was gone.
in my vain foolishness
would claim it for my own,
but a fish with a greater truth
splashed me a welcome to his home.
has wrought such beauty fair
on sky and land and sea,
What He creates is owned by none
We share this season in the sun.