their passion.
But Master, Sky-heart, Knight of our fairer dream,
You do still tread this day; Nor bows nor spears shall stay your steps; You walk through all our arrows.
You smile down upon us,
- And though you are the youngest of us all
- You father us all.
Poet, Singer, Great Heart,
- May our God bless your name,
- And the womb that held you, and the breasts that gave you milk.
And may God forgive us all.