I have found it in a dewdrop on a rose,
In a cobweb quivering in the morning sun,
In the satin petals of a pansy face
Turned toward the sky.
I have caught it in a songster's golden notes,
In the rumble of the thunder o'er the hills,
In a mother's soothing words to little ones,
Her all in life.
I have felt it in the pulsing, throbbing earth,
In the whispering of a vagrant little breeze,
'Tis like the rainbow mist -- elusive, yes
And yet so near!
