The grace divine was fervently implored
While hissed the leaping flame and loudly roared.
Transparent burned the wood with ruddy glare;
Melodious voices rose o’er trumpet blare:
Thro’ earth-life our footsteps lead,
Guide us into peace eternal,
Till from all desire we’re freed,
And perceive Thy Light Supernal.
Down sank the pile; priests chanting nearer drew
And on expiring flames sweet incense threw.