@3THE WEAVER.@1 SUNLIGHT from the sky's own heart, Flax unfolded to receive: Out of sky and flax and art, Lovely raiment I achieve— Earth a part and heaven a part, God in all, for Whom I weave! @3THE CARPENTER.@1 Deep into the wood I hew, A message fell from the sun's lip; Fire and strength it downward drew For the faggot and the ship: God's own, in the forest, grew Timber that I hew and chip. @3THE MASON.@1 Out of clay or living rock I will make my brick or stone: At the door of God I knock, Builder whose command I own, Who can birth and death unlock, And in dust can find a throne. @3CHORUS.@1 Mighty Craftsman! craftsmen, we, Feel Thy spirit in our hands: All the worlds are full of Thee— Wake our eyes and break our bands— Servants, and for ever free, Sons, and heirs of all Thy lands! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE S. BARNABIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SCEPTIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HARVEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 15 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |