What was lost is found
what was wounded is sound,
the key of life on the body of men
unlocks the fountains of peace again.
The fountains of peace, the fountains of peace
well softly up for a new increase,
but they bubble under the heavy wall
of this house of life that encloses us
all.
They bubble under the heavy wall
that was once a house, and is now a prison,
and never a one among us all
knows that the waters have risen.
None of us knows, O none of us knows
the welling of peace when it rises and flows
in secret under the sickening wall
of the prison of man that encloses us all.
And we shall not know, we shall not know
till the secret water overflow
and loosen the brick and the hard cement
of the walls within which our lives are
spent.
Till the walls begin to loosen and crack,
to gape and our house is going to wrack
and ruin above us, and the crash of release
is death to us all, in the marshes of
peace.