The ashes and embers all into one place
After the surge of the fire; the fowl then seizes it
With its feet and flies to the Father’s garden
Towards the sun; for a time there he sojourns,
580 For many winters, made in new wise,
All of him young; nor may any there yearn
To do him menace with deeds of malice.
So may after death by the Redeemer’s might
Souls go with bodies, bound together,
585 Fashioned in loveliness, most like to that fowl,