Classic Poem

Spinning, spinning, spinning,
She plieth her ancient loom;
Here, a silver beginning;
There, a sable doom.
The woof is shadow and sun;
The warp, glory and gloom.
Spinning, spinning, spinning—
Look how the shuttles run!

Spinning, spinning, spinning,
She fingers the coloured thread:
And here, a soul is winning;
And there, a soul is dead.
She mingles peace and strife:
She ravels white and red.
Spinning, spinning, spinning,
Webs of human life.

Spinning, spinning, spinning,
Discord mixed with song,
Suffering and sinning,
Wills that are weak and strong.
We think she worketh wrong.
She seemeth old and blind;
Yet the web she is spinning
Love Himself designed.