| IN the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea, | |
| In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree, | |
| Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears, | |
| I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years. | |
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| The leaves of the winter wither and sink in the forest mould | 5 |
| To colour the flowers of April with purple and white and gold: | |
| Light and scent and music die and are born again | |
| In the heart of a grey-haired woman who wakes in a world of pain. | |
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| The hound, the fawn, and the hawk, and the doves that croon and coo, | |
| We are all one woof of the weaving and the one warp threads us through, | 10 |
| One flying cloud on the shuttle that carries our hopes and fears | |
| As it goes thro’ the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years. | |
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| The green uncrumpling fern and the rustling dewdrenched rose | |
| Pass with our hearts to the Silence where the wings of music close, | |
| Pass and pass to the Timeless that never a moment mars, | 15 |
| Pass and pass to the Darkness that made the suns and stars. | |
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| Has the soul gone out in the Darkness? Is the dust sealed from sight? | |
| Ah, hush, for the woof of the ages returns thro’ the warp of the night! | |
| Never that shuttle loses one thread of our hopes and fears, | |
| As it comes thro’ the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years. | 20 |
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| O, woven in one wide Loom thro’ the throbbing weft of the whole, | |
| One in spirit and flesh, one in body and soul, | |
| Tho’ the leaf were alone in its falling, the bird in its hour to die, | |
| The heart in its muffled anguish, the sea in its mournful cry, | |
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| One with the flower of a day, one with the withered moon | 25 |
| One with the granite mountains that melt into the noon | |
| One with the dream that triumphs beyond the light of the spheres, | |
| We come from the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years. | |
