Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun

I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one

I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes

Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise

And all at once and over all

The pitting rain began to fall

Oh God, I cried, give me new birth

And put me back upon the earth

And when lights begin to show up from the town

I will mark which must be mine

And then start down (Down)

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun