When I must cross the stream
And findeth there upon the other side
My fondest dreams
Like lambs a’frisking
On the meadow green
And with a rosebud for a brush
I’ll dip it in the rarest colors
Of Heaven and earth
And paint upon the sky
A rainbow fair
So that you shall know
That I am there
And blaze a trail across the sky
So that you shall know
That I am there
A’perching on your window sill
And all the notes
That he shall sing
Will tell that I am there
Upon some hearth
Upon some quiet night
And see a face,
You’ll look again and see
That I am there
By Ernest L. Norman
Excerpt from Infinite Contact