Grace Holmes wrote this poem. I was unable to find a link to the poet, but wanted to share the poem. If someone has a link, I will edit and add it.
The poem reminded me of Alfred North Whitehead‘s thinking. He suggested we only need to look at nature and find general patterns for life. Nature reveals patterns when we take time and observe living in nature.
There’s a secret with these rugged hills, whose slender tops are gray;
There’s a secret with the wild flowers that bloom along the way;
There’s a secret with the roaming clouds that change the changeful sky
A secret have the busy winds, that chant and moan and sigh:
A secret has the moonlight, that touches land and sea,
A secret is between the stars that blink and you and me.
Ah the secrets! can you count them? so numerous are they!
Ah the secrets! can you find them out? can you find them out, I say?
I knew that some sweet secret ‘twixt my garden flowers grew.
But I said, I know, I feel, it is not for me, or you.
I felt there was a secret with the wondrous charming sea,
But again I shook my head and said, that secret’s not for me.
Yea, every where I turn my eyes on nature living show,
I feel there is a secret that ’tis not for me know.