The high beatific vision.
He sang of life in the soil of death,
A seed of a heavenly sowing;
Asleep in the murk and mire of earth,
In silence waiting its wondrous birth,
Of death or of life unknowing.
He sang of the Sun of Life—His quest
In our death-deeps dark and chilly;
Of love that quickens to life the dead,
As the sun rays seek in the river-bed