It seems that I remember when
I stood before an open sky,
We ran a race of innocents,
Through hills a-shimmer with the dew.

The good and kingly sun turned ‘round
To warm and bless us where
We ran our pockets full of stars,
Ran heedless through the shining air.

I hear anew, the voice of spring,
Rejoice again in love.
As nations, men and angels sing,
I see the earth, the home of God.

Remember this of long ago,
And raise my green and aching soul,
Awaking to the majesty
Of seasons deeper than the sea;

Recall an ancient covenant
Revealed in gentle honey scent,
Resume the blessed pilgrimage,
On this, the morning of an age.