If I were an eyelash in the cup of Gods tea

I'd sail off to Cornwall , to the land of His brie

Where God was a seagull , top the galleons with sail

To the coves of Cornwall , and begin with this tale

Where God chiseled England , from His pockets of clay

And knelt with St. George , to whittle Cornwall aweigh

Where God was in garden , stood a trellis for His Son

In the mantling of cliffs , 'neath a robe ,  where He hung

If ever was a place , from His eye , dripped perfume

Grow the beads for my heart , and the trellis to bloom !

Every drift , every ocean , every disciple that be

Is faced with a journey , in the cup of Gods tea