Deeping into an ever unknown day,
where bird and sun and daydream waken in their play.

Oh, Mother! Where is my life, Now it is not mine?
Oh, Mother! What will you do with me, as thine?
Oh, Mother, may I ride your crescent rainbow?
May I truly dream indeed I heard the angels sing?

May I really feel the touching joy of all thy children,
laughing in the merging that their singing brings?
Like the child, may all thy love unfold me,
blessed in the one love which loves all things.