Classic Poem

Warp and Woof and Tangle,--
Weavers of Webs are we.
Living and dying--and mightier dead,
For the shuttle, once sped, is sped--is sped;--
Weavers of Webs are we.

White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,--
Weavers of Webs are we.
To every weaver one golden strand
Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;--
Weavers of Webs are we.

And that we weave, we know not,--
Weavers of Webs are we.
The threads we see, but the pattern is known
To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;--
Weavers of Webs are we.