Iii

I heard the spring rain murmur Above the roadside flower, "The world is made forever In melody and power.

"I keep the rhythmic measure That marks the steps of time, And all my toil is fashioned To symmetry and rhyme.

"I plow the untilled upland, I ripe the seeding grass, And fill the leafy forest With music as I pass.

"I hew the raw, rough granite To loveliness of line, And when my work is finished, Behold, it is divine!

"I am the master-builder In whom the ages trust. I lift the lost perfection To blossom from the dust."