O MOTHER EARTH! upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
And o'er them, silent as a dream,
Thy grassy mantle weaving,
Fold softly in thy long embrace
That heart so worn and broken,
And cool its pulse of fire beneath
Thy shadows old and oaken.... Read more of Randolph Of Roanoke at Martin Luther King.ca
With this broom, tool of my will, I do cleanse, purify and prepare this space.
From this circle now I banish all fear, malice and misfortune,
that this circle may be a fit meeting place for gods and men.
As I do will, so mote it be.