Have you seen a white lily grow before rude
hands had touched it?
Have you seen but the fall of snow before
the earth hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver, or swan's down
Have you smelt of the bud of the briar or the nard
in the fire?
Have you tasted the bag of the bee?
"The beginning of Ben Jonson's Love Song could be the opening of a happy nunc
dimittis. Have you seen, felt, smelt, tasted the beauty of this world? If your life has been
lived in such pleasant places that you can answer, yes, then you are one of the lucky ones."
Beginning of Elizabeth Goudge's autobiography:
The Joy of the Snow