Pour the Pitcher Empty
Pour the pitcher empty!
The contents in the stream!
Before tree with hopeful glee,
I’ll pour from me such alchemy—
To rectify the dream.
By its threefold working,
A chemistry of old,
I’ll fashion woe to happy glow,
I’ll turn dismay to merry play,
And loose the devil’s hold.
Out the green libation!
Out into the world!
Works of fear ye disappear!
From skies austere to sunshine clear— A newfound hope unfurled.
By the cross eternal,
In faith I do this work—
Staring down the storms that drown,
In vast renown within the town,
I soothe the sores that irk.
Even under moonshine,
And even by the sun,
I set the day in gold array,
I kindle play and faces gay,
New bliss by heaven won!
Even wrathful feelings,
Or thickets of spent hope,
I’ll render mirth for all I’m worth,
All heaven’s girth — I bring rebirth,
And give the means to cope.
Bodies sore decrepit,
And men in raging war,
It’s by and by I’ll pacify,
I’ll sing the sky a lullaby,
And harness heaven’s store.
Carrying the goodness,
Embodied in the Christ,
I’ll hope again in fallen men,
I’ll march the fen and rainy glen,
And kill the poltergeist.
I’ll sing the hymns of angels,
And kneel down at the pew,
I swear I’ll see our kindred free,
O’er earth and sea my ministry,
From grey to sapphire blue!
ADL
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