THE MAKING OF VIOLA
I 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!
V The Father of Heaven. Breathe, Lord Paraclete, To a bubbled crystal meet— Breathe, Lord Paraclete— Crystal soul for Viola.