In Heaven’s great scheme of old?
Yet when these blithesome fays were dancing by a mountain spring,
Ere the days of Pocahontas and Powhattan, the fearless King,
In union with the naiads, an elfin, swift of wing,
Came weeping from the East, of old.
The story sad he told of Christ, the Saviour, and His Cross;
Then joy and laughter sudden ceased, and grieving for their loss,
They shed their tears upon the pebbles and on the velvet moss—
A heaven moved grief of old.
And lo, when they had flown from the enchanted spring and ground,