I BEGIN through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; <br />I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest <br />Of the earth, of the mother, my heart with her heart in accord, <br />As I lie 'mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast <br />I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord. <br /> <br /> <br />By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King <br />For a touch that now fevers me not is forgotten and far, <br />And His infinite sceptred hands that sway us can bring <br />Me in dreams from the laugh of a child to the song of a star. <br />On the laugh of a child I am borne to the joy of the King.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reconciliation-25/
