Reconciliation

I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest Of the Earth, of the Mother, my heart with her heart in accord, As I lie 'mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord.

By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King For a touch that now fevers me not is forgotten and far, And his infinite sceptred hands that sway us can bring Me in dreams from the laugh of a child to the song of a star. On the laugh of a child I am borne to the joy of the King.

The sweetest song was ever sung May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smile.

The well I digged you soon shall pass. You may but rest with me an hour: Yet drink, I offer you the glass, A moment of sustaining power,

And give to you, if it be gain, Whether in pleasure or annoy, To see one elemental pain, One light of everlasting joy.