The Eighth Sin/White Magic

by Christopher Morley

WHITE MAGIC.

World, if her soul is sad to-day
Sain it with blue and green and grey.

Sain it with blue: if she would cry
Show her the stainless vault of sky,
The rich blue drapery of the seas
A bending robe across God's knees.

Sain it with green: if tears o'erwhelm
Rock her soul in the windy elm,
Stanch it with the cool green leaves,
Show her our English grass if she grieves.

Sain it with grey: a cure for pain
Is to weave her a cobweb-scarf of rain,
And a soft grey cloak of shadows dim—
Then let her smile, and think of him.

World, if her soul is sad to-day
Sain it with blue and green and grey.