Thanks

Thanks to you, sun and moon and star,

And you, blue level with no cloud, —

Thanks to you, splendors from afar,

For a high heart, a neck unbowed.

Thanks to you, wind, sent to and fro,

To you, light, pouring from the dawn;

Thanks for the breath and glory-flow

The steadfast soul can feed upon.

Thanks to you, pain and want and care,

And you, joys, cunning to deceive,

And you, balked phantoms of despair;

I battle on, and I believe.

Thanks to you, ministers benign,

In whatsoever guise you come;

Under this fig-tree and this vine,

Here I am master, and at home.