The Lasy Summer River Runs
Through the quiet Western Lands
The Daughters or the Milky Way
Are ever near at hand;
As I sit, and watch, and stand
These Dark Hills my command
Oh!the distance from the Sun to the Earth
Is measured in a Smile
And all the while -
Yearning, Burning, Turning
This Verdant Stringball of the Earth
Unravelling through Time and Space
Peace