I arrive in the seasons after
Love and toil have left their gifts,
Delivering hope to each generation,
A conveyance of word and deed,
I am not eternal, because I too pass away.
I bestow the pillars of Remembrance.
I order the traces, Set forth the feat,
Ensure the binding of all in one.
My bold pride is to enter the house,
Touching the smallest most often,
Honoring each, tethering as kin
All who would receive
My gifts endure past memory,
Which is my secret, my value.
I am honored in Craft,
Evident in Law,
Praised by Arts.