Pantheist

When purblind people are with wars
                    And passions overspent,
Ocean and sky and sun and stars
                    Make no comment.
The moon looks down with ageless scorn,
                    The planets do not grieve,
The dawning is no whit forlorn,
                    Uncaring is the eve.

So let us be a one with these
                    In crystal innocence,
The unconcerning of the trees,
                    The brooks' indifference.
And let no lust and greed outrage
                    The peace of our sweet earth,
For holy is our heritage,
                    And blessed is our birth.

Aye, let us be like brook and tree
                    Unstirred by human strife;
Like sun and moon and sky and sea
                    Aloof from human life.
Yea, let us be like  Nature blind
                    To hate and havoc high;
Ignore the madness of mankind,
                    And bid the world go by.