Give me the dance of your boughs, O tree, br Whenever the wild wind blows; br And when the wind is gone, give me br Your beautiful repose. br br How easily your greatness swings br To meet the changing hours; br I, too, would mount upon your wings, br And rest upon your powers. br br I seek your grace, O mighty tree, br And shall seek, many a day, br Till I more worthily shall be br Your comrade on the way.