Part 8

The Father of Heaven.

Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Twirl your wheel with silver din; Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Spin a tress for Viola.

Angels.

Spin, Queen Mary, a Brown tress for Viola!

II.

The Father of Heaven.

Weave, hands angelical, Weave a woof of flesh to pall— Weave, hands angelical— Flesh to pall our Viola.

Angels.

Weave, singing brothers, a Velvet flesh for Viola!

III.

The Father of Heaven.

Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes, Wood-browned pools of Paradise— Young Jesus, for the eyes, For the eyes of Viola.

Angels.

Tint, Prince Jesus, a Duskèd eye for Viola!

IV.

The Father of Heaven.

Cast a star therein to drown, Like a torch in cavern brown, Sink a burning star to drown Whelmed in eyes of Viola.

Angels.

Lave, Prince Jesus, a Star in eyes of Viola!

The Father of Heaven.

Breathe, Lord Paraclete, To a bubbled crystal meet— Breathe, Lord Paraclete— Crystal soul for Viola.

Angels.

Breathe, Regal Spirit, a Flashing soul for Viola!

VI.

The Father of Heaven.

Child-angels, from your wings Fall the roseal hoverings, Child-angels, from your wings, On the cheeks of Viola.

Angels.

Linger, rosy reflex, a Quenchless stain, on Viola!