I think I know how the world works

Crowding in beauty her silken net,

Swept the street each dim starlight lurks,

 Love is the thread that ties us to set

All of us that go beyond 

Moulder with the ages like a tall,

Flowery sweet pictures of the old pond,

Crown the summit of the altar wall.

The world is an illusion or we are an imagination

Twirled in the wave of an open hand

Find to find her only temptation,

The golden hues of the Northern land!

Trembling with wonder, by Thy design,

Into the waterless ice, I lay,

Lean down a river, a child of thine,

Flag of Freedom to the downward way!

I am still in love with my world

Gleams by tall tradition and woodland,

Seen in thy glorious cause unfurled,

As we are free we live in a democratic land

Shone warm on the horizon of noon,

Tinted by Northern Northern sunshine,

Gleams of the schooner with maid and moon;

Dawns in the glorious stranger line.

Still is the life with less gain more work

Pale gold of May, a cloud in the evening

Deeply, as if the heavenly clerk

Twirled in the song of the little tuning 

I came and touched the perfect flower,

Bring the same green sorrow to your mouth

If, when with vote each second hour

But the world is the wind of the south.