Inspire

Inspire

Wearied soul of burden and toil,
When flesh is aching and heart is torn
Hear the voices of the mother's soil
And be one with the world of a winter morn

What words are needed when the eyes speak true?
When one look says what words cannot express?
What power is held in a drop of pale dew?
No word says he, but his strength is no less!

Such is the power that you hold dear
Your mere presence kindling that impassioned fire
The spark of wisdom when you draw near
My spirit, your confidence doth inspire

Blessed warmth when soul grows cold
Radiant perfection, so sublime
No brighter star, from days of old
Hath graced the eternal folds of time!