About. From its orient porch the young
Mornings glean the glory with which they rise
On earth.
First God and fairest was Quetzal’.
As him O none so full of holiness,
And by none were men so lov’d! Sat he always
In his hall, in deity rob’d, watching
Humanity, its genius, and its struggles
Upward. But most he watch’d its wars,—no hero
Fell but he call’d the wand’ring soul in love