Soft, secret whispers here and there

And striding out into the wood,

I'm greeted by the saplings,

the dear and open house of God,

Embracing me with roaring storm

In your refreshing spaces!

Soft, secret whispers here and there,

and springs with hidden murmurs,

o wood, o wood, o sacred spot,

o let me hear life's purest word

in ev'ry twig and leaflet!

What ever soars and sings 'round me,

I will preserve it truly,

what ever pierces deep my heart,

I will, by Love's own spirit borne,

by singing songs reveal it.