Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, br This autumn morning! How he sets his bones br To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet br For the ripple to run over in its mirth; br Listening the while, where on the heap of stones br The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet. br That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; br Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.