|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|A voice of greeting from the wind was sent,|
The mists enfolded me with soft white arms.
The birds did sing to lap me in content,
The rivers wove their charms,
And every little daisy in the grass
Did look up in my face and smile to see me pass.
Stoddard.Hymn to the Beautiful.