"XXXIII"
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
is this how meticulous bible readers of the world feel when they open a book and find the perfect passage nestling in pages like its been waiting for you?
