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 with 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.