Thanks, thanks to thee my worthy friend, / For the lesson though hast taught;
Thus at the flaming forge of life / Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped / Each burning deed and thought.
Carry the Love that you treasure / deep in your open heart; / melodise fragments of beauty / that sing in your life from the start.
All people are children when they sleep / there's no war in them then. / They open their hands and breathe / in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
Glory be to God for dappled things -
For skies of couple - colour as a brinded cow;
For rose - moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh - firecoal chestnut - falls; finches' wings;..
