Love Of Nature Poem by May Mustang

The bubbling brook doth leap when I stroll by,
Because my soul finds joy within its call;
I do not despair when love is nigh,
For I am known to them, both great and small.
The flower that on the lonely hillside grows
Expects me there in spring its bloom has given;
And many a tree and bush my wandering knows,
And through the clouds and shining stars of heaven;
For those who walks amid the night
Towards the soft and gentle light.