Brightly, brightly shines the skein,
Golden yellow, small and soft;
But the slender silken thread,
Winding – see! ‘tis broken off!
Well, no matter, join the ends,
A little knot soon makes amends:
But watch the knotty place with care,
‘Tis apt to break again, just there.
Like the silk our tempers seem,
Smooth and even, till they’re tried.
But oft we see the thread of peace,
Broke off by roughness and by pride.
Well, no matter, join the ends,
Forgive, forget, shake hands, be friends,
But watch the knotty place with care
‘Tis apt to break again just there.