Heaven and earth, by Spirit winged, by Spirit weighted.
Our bodies with the breath of life are penetrated
And limbs and frames with jointed suppleness are blessed
To run and leap and sway and whirl, by Spirit possessed.
And Spirit is Peace: of all repose it is the best
To dwell between those two Hands, cradled and caressed.
Let life then be a holy sequence, alternated
Dance and repose, each to Thee, Spirit, dedicated.
Without Thee is no excellence, for consummated
By Thee all height is, and all depth Thou deepenest;
Through Thee, who art the lightest and the heaviest,
The waves are walked on, rocks by print of feet impressed.