Musings Poem by Alfred Gibbs Campbell

On Mother Earth's fond bosom I delight to lie,
And gazing on the blue sky's fathomless depths,
Lose consciousness of self among the stars,
Those tireless watchers whom the Infinite Love
Hath set above our world, while o'er my soul
Rolls the divinest harmony, making me one
With Nature and with God!


One hour thus spent
Is worth whole years of earthly joy.
Wealth, Fame and Power are miserable toys, -
Yea, the whole world 's a bauble, in compare
With the serene delights of converse with the pure
And spiritual powers, who, from supernal heights,
Disdain not to instruct the seeking soul,
But gladly lift it to their God-lit realm.