The Lord must have liked us, I say when I see
The bloom of the rose and the green of the tree,
The flash of the wing of a bird flitting by,
The gold of the grain and the blue of the sky,
The clover below and the tall pines aboveó
Oh, thereís something about us the good Lord must love.
The Lord must have liked us, I say when I stand
Where the waves like an army come into the land,
With the gulls riding high on the crest of the breeze
And the ducks flying north in their echelon Vís,
The sun slipping down into liquefied goldó
Oh, itís then the great love of the Lord I behold.
The Lord must have liked us, I say at the dawn
When the diamonds of dew gleam and glow on the lawn,
And the birds from their throats pour the red wine of song
As if life held no burden of sorrow or wrong;
The Lord must have loved us, I whisper just then,
To give such a world to the children of men.
The Lord must have liked us, I say as I pass
The nest of a meadow lark deep in the grass,
Or hear in the distance the quail calling clear
And know that his mate and his babies are near;
Oh, I say to myself as His wonders I see,
The Lord loves us all or this never would be.
Collected Verse of Edgar Guest
Cutchogue, NY: Buccaneer Books, 1976, 575.