document.write("It may indeed be fantasy when I<br />Essay to draw from all created things<br />Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;<br />And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie<br />Lessons of love and earnest piety.<br />So let it be; and if the wide world rings<br />In mock of this belief, it brings<br />Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.<br />So will I build my altar in the fields,<br />And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,<br />And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields<br />Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,<br />Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise<br />Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.");