Pigeon Glen
Checkmate
The man who looks down, as he walks around
Sees merely his feet, as they meet the ground
He sees not the green tree, or the blue of the sky
He sees not the beauty that is in God's eye
For it is a poor man that walks this way
And it is to this man I would like to say
To have the wealth of beauty in God all around
Merely lift your eyes from upon the ground