**When the World was New**

He who made the tree\\
With leaves that breach the sky\\
And made the bird with colored breast\\
On feathered wing to fly\\
Only laid down his head to rest\\
When your love made Him cry.

The bright starry night\\
The frost upon the morn\\
The solo eagle’s flight\\
The glory of the dawn\\
Were all mere glints of light\\
Till you, from yearning, born.