WEAVERS ALL

By William Arthur Dunkerley

Warp and Woof and Tangle,—

Weavers of Webs are we.

Living and dying — and mightier dead,

For the shuttle, once sped, is sped — is sped;—

Weavers of Webs are we.

White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,—

Weavers of Webs are we.

To every weaver one golden strand

Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;—

Weavers of Webs are we.

And that we weave, we know not,—

Weavers of Webs are we.

The threads we see, but the pattern is known

To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;—

Weavers of Webs are we.