The Eighth Sin/White Magic
WHITE MAGIC.
World, if her soul is sad to-daySain it with blue and green and grey.
Sain it with blue: if she would cryShow her the stainless vault of sky,The rich blue drapery of the seasA bending robe across God's knees.
Sain it with green: if tears o'erwhelmRock her soul in the windy elm,Stanch it with the cool green leaves,Show her our English grass if she grieves.
Sain it with grey: a cure for painIs to weave her a cobweb-scarf of rain,And a soft grey cloak of shadows dim—Then let her smile, and think of him.
World, if her soul is sad to-daySain it with blue and green and grey.