Waves crash against the rocky shore,
Spray soars, shines, quivers in the sun,
The gulls swoop, glide, veer.
I contemplate expanse of sea on every side.
This must be Patmos, gaunt and drear,
Where each must strive for victory and there abide
Until the vision opens and we read.
Ah! A holy light is glowing in the east:
The dragon slain; an end to grief and fears.
The New Jerusalem—reality—appears!
