You are the tune; make me your hopeful harp br That I may be adorned by your grand touch. br br You need some rest; let once my filthy bed br Give you some comfort from your windy world. br br You shine in flowers; let me be the scent br That I may live forever in your light. br br You win in battles; let me be your chariot br On which you may stand and win all of life. br br You are the writer; make my blood your ink br That I may live on pages of world’s fate. br br You are the speaker; have me in your words br So that a piece of my mind too may spread.