The lord is a shepherd: we shall have bread.
The lady a milkmaid: we shall have cream.
He gives us sweet loaves and holy water.
She feeds us warm milk and honey-butter.
He revives the soul: she provides the meal.
Though we walk in the wilderness, he guards.
Though we faint in the wasted world, she kneads.
His rod of iron turns away the wolf.
Her staff of duty spins the hand-shorn wool.
He carries a cruse of oil to the board.
She blesses a cake of corn with pure words.
Truly, good men and mild queens flow from them
To the doors of our time, and we shall eat
In the dairy of husbands and housewives.
(Provo, Utah, 14 October 2003)
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