Tyrian laces bloom in tide,

Scarlet roses, I confide,

A blossom yours, I dare to see;

For now you have forgiven me—

The rivers sang to bless my stride;

The hornets kind, and mellow eyed,

The adders bide their sting, I see;

For now you have forgiven me—

The rivers cup a salmon fare,

The waters deep, a golden glare,

In sun, they flutter carelessly;

For now you have forgiven me—

The pines who loom about the air,

One way of fear, and one despair,

Now I view them graciously;

For now you have forgiven me—

Thunder now I may abide

With peace and love on every side;

The hailing patters uselessly;

For now you have forgiven me—