Sweeter than twilight music winging thought to heights
Unseen; serener than the summer sea in nights
Of silver splendor; loftier than the peaks that part
The freighted rain-clouds; brighter than the diamond's
heart
Where captive lightning flashes; changeless as the pine
Whose green boughs greet alike the centuries' storm and
shine;
Firmer than rocks that rib the wrinkled hills; yet mild
And white and songful as the pure mind of a child
Is one against whose breast in vain sin hurls his spears,
Whose armor mightier is than that at The tis' prayer
By Vulcan forged. The strong, true man, priest at the
shrine
Of Truth, triumphant over doubt and pain and tears,
Heir of the morning, lord of earth and sea and air,
God's masterpiece, unveils his lineage divine.
