THE WORLD IN MAKING

When God was making the world,

( Swift was the wind and white was the fire )

The feet of His people danced the stars;

There was laughter and swinging bells,

And clanging iron and breaking breath,

The hammers of heaven making the hills,

The vales, on the anvils of God.

( Wild is the fire and low is the wind )

When God had finished the world,

( Bright was the fire and sweet was the wind )

Up from the valleys came song,

To answer the morning stars;

And the hand of man on the anvil rang,

His breath was big in his breast, his life

Beat strong‘ gainst the walls of the world.

( Glad is the wind and tall is the fire )