The spiritually dead through them live life sublime.
Our souls mere corpses are; their graves, our bodies’ crowds.
At voice of saint do they arise, clothed in their shrouds.
They say: “This voice has in it something to be feared.
To raise the dead, God’s voice alone has power, we’ve heard.20
We were all dead, and unto earth had we returned.
The voice of God we’ve heard; our prisons we have spurned.”
The voice of God without, also within the vail,
Can give the gift to all, it gave to Mary: “Hail!”
O ye whose death was not that which attacks the flesh,