Classic Poem

For morn, my dome of blue,
For Meadows green and gay,
And Buds who love the twilight of the leaves,
Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray.

For the big Bees that hum
And hide in bells of flowers;
For the winding roads that come
To Evening's holy door
May Jesus bring me grateful to His arms,
And guard my innocence for evermore.