A settledness I never thought I knew,
The wafting smell of parting afternoon,
The fading of three-quarter daylight glow,
In lovely times does not so much flush cold,
But waning as all perfect pieces play,
Into the mellow movements of the eve.

What joy this message is to us!
A worthy cause for blood to boil,
To wage war against a mundane wilt,
But strive with all His energies for:
The transcendent, good and real,
Love genuine, patience of the daring kind,
For exploits in the field of generous time,
For closessness that makes wise men blush,
For weakness clothed in strength that draws the mocker's scorn.

So much hair falls loosely to the floor,
Bunched up in hived off little cliques,
They giggle in their wavy waves,
They are at last free from my head,
To wander off to lands uncharted,
To meet their chauffeurs in yellow brightness -
Dustmen in their hardy suites,
Dustmen wearing diligence like fluorescent bands,
Off they go to lands uncharted.

This blessed bread,
That feeds the soul,
And utters glory to the depths of renewed man,
And such weighty blood,
That washes dirtied feet,
And quenches the thirst of walking friends,
Praise God for this holy remembrance and restorer of these tensile bonds,
As surely as he sets the sun, shall he knit us closer and wash us clean.