Seek not afar for beauty: lo, it glows
In dew-wet grasses all about thy feet;
In birds, in sunshine, childish faces sweet,
In stars and mountain summits topped with snows.

Go not abroad for happiness: for see,
It is a flower blooming at thy door.
Bring love and justice home, and then no more
Thou’lt wonder in what dwelling joy may be.

Dream not of noble service elsewhere wrought;
The simple duty that awaits thy hand
Is God’s voice uttering a divine command,
Life’s common deeds build all that saints have thought.

In wonder-workings, or some bush aflame,
Men look for God and fancy Him concealed;
But in earth’s common things He stands revealed,
While grass and flowers and stars spell out His name.