The Old Fool In The Wood

'If I could whisper you all I know,' Said the Old Fool in the Wood, 'You'd never say that green leaves grow. You'd say, 'Ah, what a happy mood The Master must be in today, To think such thoughts,' That's what you'd say.' 'If I could whisper you all I've heard,' Said the Old Fool in the fern, 'You'd never say the song of a bird. You'd say, 'I'll listen, and p'raps I'll learn One word of His joy as He passed this way, One syllable more,' That's what you'd say.' 'If I could tell you all the rest,' Said the Old Fool under the skies, 'You'd hug your griefs against your breast And whisper with love-lit eyes, 'I am one with the sorrow that made the may, And the pulse of His heart,' That's what you'd say.'