THE KING
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains,
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden,
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains,
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains,
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness,
At the Mountain-king's return.
Hey there Beautiful...very disappointed I didn't see you in Chicago also...definitely next time...there were so many I missed...Love the sparkler photo
Posted by: Gypsy at July 21, 2004 07:21 PMI think that what you quoted is proof positive that, whatever Tolkein did or did not intend to evoke in his writings of Middle-earth, the greatest strength of what he did write is, at least for me (which weakens the "proof positive" part, I suppose), the way in which his words awaken something deep inside that longs for the majesty and the mystery of God. And reminds us that yes, there is always hope.
Posted by: J at July 22, 2004 10:08 PM