<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Worship</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I WANDER in the dawn to where the pine wood lies; the morning air is cool and fragrant with the scent of trees.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I hear the songs of singing birds; and my path that winds through golden gorse and russet heath is gay with little flowers and grass.</p><p class="line">I hear the faint hum of flies; and the clear cool sound of limpid waters bubbling over moss delights my ear.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">All things fill my soul with praise this morning as I walk abroad, alone ; and in the tree-gloomed places of the wood, among old beech leaves and withered ferns, I rest.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I do not ask for dim cathedral place, where windows stained with many colours soil the fresh pure light of opening morn ;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I do not ask for sound of solemn organ, many-voiced and deep, or formal chant of cassocked priest, or written words of other men to mumble ;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Here I am content; this wood will serve me well; and here I will sing in praise of God Who fashioned everything, and saw that it was good.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O Lord ! wilt thou accept my song?</p></div></body></html> · Great War