Reverent,
We See a world, which
Bathed in life, And light,
Might stolid stand,
Through any blight,
Across the blasted vast,

Uncertain lands of time,
We toss and fight,

Forget our gain,
Indemnify our loss,
Unduly damned are we,
To scanted sight,
To sorrows strife,
And garish plight,

Yet suffer not,
For suff'rings hands,
Are weak,
Indeed,
You'll see,
A smile's seed,
If planted tenderly, will thrive.