by Evan Robinson after The Children's Song
by Rudyard Kipling
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee,
Our love and laughs in years to be;
When we grow to take our place
As dancers on our Holy space.
Mother Gaia, who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children spread Thy call;
That they may teach so all they meet
Will to Thy body be so sweet.
Teach us to bear our work on You,
With laughter, and with dancing, too;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The health wherein our Priests may live.
Teach us to know ourselves always,
In weal and woe, in Nights and Days;
That we may bring, as need arise,
Good judgement, thought, and counsel Wise.
Teach us to look in all pursuits,
On Thy sweet Rocks, Thy Leaves, and Roots.
That we, on Thee, may walk so lightly,
We leave no trace of dancings nightly.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may prevail
And keep our planet safe and hale.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all things, Moon and Sun!
Land of our Birth, our Faith, our Tribe,
For whose dear sake our mothers died;
Oh, GrandMother, we pledge to thee,
Heart, hand, and magic in years to be!
© 1998, Evan Robinson