RECONCILEMENT.

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 through 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.

                                                                        A. E.