"Tell me, little harebell,
     Are you lonely here,
Blooming in the shadow
     On this rock so drear?"

"Clinging to this bit of earth,
     As if in mid-air,
With your sweet face turned to me,
     Looking strangely fair?"

"Lady," said the harebell,
     Nodding low its head,
"Though this spot seems dreary,
     Though the sunlight's fled,

Know that I'm not lonely
     That I ne'er despair:
God is in the shadow
     God is everywhere."