In world in plenty is wisdom and sight, none can be hidden as the world has light.

So thin are nature veils if one gets eye, so vivid are angels smiling on sky.

This world gives a call to man for His sight, each hid, given taste, to come to limelight.

This is Adam’s son, from his tears of blood; the God gave to rivers a taste for flood.

Who lives on this earth what does the sky know, for whom a night watch? For whom the stars glow?

What lies beyond me? If I’m the whole aim! What is the new pale of my uproars game?