The Service Tree at the Samadhi

     O Thou faithful bearer of the rusty shields,
     Holy Service Tree!
     Thy fragrant blessings on my heart's praying fields...
   Thanksgiving to thee.

     O humble crown, green vigil of delight,
     Guard proud of God,
     Thy blessing-shields borne high by the flaming Knight,
     High where no fighter has trod,

    Are crushed into pollen of throbbing gold,
     O vault of luminous shade,
    Look! Bunches of blossoming lights behold!
    And the shadows of old fade...

    Rustling mystery-tale! Love with covered face
    Bent over the New-born!
    One day under the shield of diamond grace
    Thy emerald visor will be torn.

                                                                          July 1963