I give you this one thought to keep—

            I am with you still—I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

            I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

            I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

            I am the swift, uplifting rush

                        of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

            Do not think of me as gone—

I am with you still—in each new dawn.