Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And sprit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.

-- T. S. Eliot