“Staunch as the ocean’s tide,
Nor man, nor might may turn,
Steady as beacon-light,
In its patient, steadfast burn!
“True as the fixed star’s beam.
The Creature Far Above,
Unerring as wild bird’s dive
For hidden treasure trove!
“True as the ...”
But the chanting voices--enriched by Flamina’s caressing note--faltered. What “Creature Far Above” was gliding forth from a bank of blood-red cloud, its radiant wings aflame, as if dipped in the fires of another world?