Annie Matheson (1853–1924)

The Weaver

SUNLIGHT from the sky’s own heart,

Flax unfolded to receive:

Out of sky and flax and art,

Lovely raiment I achieve—

Earth a part and heaven a part,

God in all, for Whom I weave!

The Carpenter

Deep into the wood I hew,

A message fell from the sun’s lip;

Fire and strength it downward drew

For the faggot and the ship:

God’s own, in the forest, grew

Timber that I hew and chip.

The Mason

Out of clay or living rock

I will make my brick or stone:

At the door of God I knock,

Builder whose command I own,

Who can birth and death unlock,

And in dust can find a throne.

Chorus

Mighty Craftsman! craftsmen, we,

Feel Thy spirit in our hands:

All the worlds are full of Thee—

Wake our eyes and break our bands—

Servants, and for ever free,

Sons, and heirs of all thy lands!