Beholding

My eyes are lifted to the sky,
I see the rolling clouds pass by.
My heart is glad.

Beauty stands on Taylor mount,
The spray of snow is like a fount.
My heart is glad.

The valley stands with lights aglow,
With the moving breeze of Idaho.
My heart is glad.

With the flourish of land to blame,
And the colored sunset all aflame.
My heart is glad.

All around God's hand I see,
A robin is in the apple-tree.
My heart is glad.

The daffodil has waited long,
To come out now wouldn't be so wrong.
My heart is glad.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Katalina Coco - Ethel's great, great granddaughter.