The grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never dried all at once;
a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands,
each in its turn,
as the round earth rolls.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread
places to play in and pray in,
where nature may heal and give strength
to body and soul alike.