6. The Beautiful End
The earth is healed at the beautiful end,
When dark winds dwindle into memory
For Eastern souls in Western war
Or Western minds in Eastern lands.
Demands of power occupy each day.
They cut belief with shallow doubt, or worse.
Rehearse your faith. The master song,
Long forgotten in hasty pride,
Guides those who humbly hear.
Steer by its harmony.
On he who recognises Eru's skill
Will rest the spark of knowledge in the void.
Destroyed in reckless vanity,
The art of life grew hard and grey.
Say now, what have we lost?
Most favour of Aman.
Plan to return.
Learn the road home.
No more can we think, 'This is how it will
Still be, in the countless years that might pass
As our fates stretch on.' Say in place,
'Haste to be free!' From falseness and
Grand, selfish thoughts. All that,
At the beautiful end.
When darkness falls,
All song returns,