By Mac Ehrmann
I sat with stars on the hill of life
And looked at the world below.
I ran with the winds where winds begin
And followed them where they blow.
I lay by the sea on the beaten rock
And rode on the farthest wave,
I watched a child on its night of birth
And followed it to its grave.
And love in the still of the star-flecked night,
When earth was all strewn with gold,
Has lifted my heart like the chords of a song
Oft sung in the worlds of old.
And though I have not understood all this, Made up of a laugh and a wail,
I think that the God of the world knows all,
And some day will tell the tale.
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