Miles and miles of eternity I traversed, humming Thy name, seeking the garden of my dreams.
I am Thy tiny hummingbird, busily uttering the wings of activity in service to Thee. I must travel far to find Thy rare orchid blossoms, and to revel in a symphony of color on far mountain slopes of my dreams.
I am Thy busy hummingbird, ever humming Thy name, dipping my long beak deep into the feeling heart of all soul‐qualities: golden, blue, marigold, and flowers of many hues. By Thy grace, may I not, inadvertently, sip any bitter honey of evil.
I am Thy tiny hummingbird, buzzing with Thy unceasing vitality, sipping from all the blossoms in Thy fragrant garden of sweet joy, and in the humblest wayside plots of all human sweetness.