Hymn to Janus

     God of the two-fold face – 
     The earthly and divine
Life of our lives the light and grace
     Of this fair world of thine!
     High victor over Death
     We see thy glories burn.
Hashing through Winter’s icy breath
     The joy of thy return.

     Cedar and box and fir
     And many-fingered pine,
Holly and mountain juniper,
     With every wild green vine
     My sacred courts adorn
     And wreathe thy radiant brows
While anthems of thy natal morn
     Thrill through the myriad boughs

     God of the golden Keys,
     In Incarnate Light & Love
Thy coming brings the reign of peace
     And plenty from above
     The promises of life
     Are on thy burning lips
Hope smites across the gloomy strige
     And dares the brief eclipse.

     Through thee to Heaven’s Supreme
     May lowliest mortals come,
Bright Effluence of the Eternal Beam
     Whose glory made us Jambs
     With gifts of gladdened love
     We crown thy natal Morn
Whereby, like thy returning Dove
     Hope’s olive bough is borne

     Ah conquered and brought low
     A pale dishonored God
We mourned the triumph of thy foe
     Mourned thee the very sod!