By the lake, I am soothed and refreshed, renewed with purpose...

Overhead these poplar trees
Rustle in this lakeside’s breeze.
High above, these clouds drift by,
And still higher, this bluest sky:
Every leaf’s edge is traced;
Countless greens are laced,
Interwoven by this lovely light,
All shining, all lustrous, bright.

The lake itself, calm and smooth,
Our troubled world would soothe.
Still, I must rest now, I must sleep,
Though I’ve promises, too, to keep.
I hope to arise, refreshed and keen
To help our woeful world’s unseen:
Everyone—every needy being,
Each with a song, everyone singing.