Be Music, night


Be          music,          night,
That her sleep may go
Where angels have their pale tall choirs

Be          a          hand,          sea,
That her dreams may watch
Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world

Be          a          voice,          sky,
And the stars will tilt their quiet faces
Into the mirror of her loveliness

Be          a          road,          earth,
That her walking may take thee
Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires

O          be          a          world          and          a          throne,          God,
That her living may find its weather
And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book
Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house