Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below? - Jean Ingelow

[H]e was a graduate in nature's university. Nature is wiser than the schoolmaster; she educates but she never crams. Her scholars do not go up to take their degrees; their degrees come to them.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

The while He sits whose name is Love, And waits, as Noah did, for the dove, To wit if she would fly to him. He waits for us, while, houseless things, We beat about with bruised wings On the dark floods and water-springs, The ruined world, the desolate sea; With open windows from the prime All night, all day, He waits sublime,
Until the fulness of the time Decreed from His eternity.