MY HEART sings at the wonder of my place
in this world of light and life;
at the feel in my pulse of the rhythm of creation
cadenced by the swing of the endless time.
I feel the tenderness of the grass in my forest walk,
the wayside flowers startle me:
that the gifts of the infinite are strewn in the dust
wakens my song in wonder.
I have seen, have heard, have lived;
in the depth of the known have felt
the truth that exceeds all knowledge
which fills my heart with wonder and I sing.

THOU HAST come again to me in the burst of a sudden storm,
filling my sky with the shudder of thy shadowy clouds.
The Sun is hidden, the stars are lost;
the red line of the road is merged in the mist of the rain;
the wail of the wind comes across the water.
Fitful showers, like ghastly fingers, strike the chords of some unseen harp,
waking up the music of the dark,
sweeping my heart with a shiver of sounds.

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অসীম আকাশ শূন্য প্রসারি রাখে,
       হোথায় পৃথিবী মনে মনে তার
            অমরার ছবি আঁকে॥