595 By the foulest fiend in his fickle deceit;
But they shall live in lasting light and beauty,
As the Phœnix fowl, in the faith of God.
Every one of men’s works in that wondrous home,
In that blissful abode, brightly shines forth
600 In the peaceful presence of the Prince eternal,
Who resembles the sun. A sacred crown
Most richly wrought with radiant gems,
High over the head of each holy soul
Glitters refulgent; their foreheads gleam,