Awakening

[Guest guest]

In and out and roundabout

the splendid mantle lays.

In glance and grace,

throughout the race,

we live in heaven's ways.

To wake the morn

and take the thorn

once more into our side.

To rise and play

and greet the day

our hearts thrown on the tide.

We know once more the leafy door,

through which the battle's fought

and gnash our teeth

and weep for peace

the battle has not brought.

So sing our dirges loud and long

for brothers lost so dear,

that all may know the folly of

the greening of our fear.

 

Mace