Let me not be inured

Let Me Not Be Inured

Let me not be inured to wondrous things,
To rocks in shady glens where lichen grow,
To aspen when October breezes blow,
To meadowlarks and yellow siskin wings.
Let common usage not betray my eyes
And hide the beauty of my time and place,
But open up my eyes and give me grace
To see the wonder that around me lies.
Give me the grace to look and see and care,
And not to pass unmoved by wondrous things
As if it made no difference they were there.