I am borne of the world again,

Ripped back into raw impurity,

Of the world once more again

Renewed, re-shaped, re-hued;

And into this new jungle I am flung,

Twisted, entwined, imbued, in-bind:

Left in hurry, all else matters not,

But the simple things

Which play vividly upon the heartstrings,

And cure even lovely music;

Music along so sweet, so sweet;

And happiness draws across the tender

Shores, a sheen clean as diamonds new;

And lest the shores return.

We are happy again.