And slammed with their hymn-books till they shook the room
With “Glory, glory, glory,”
And “Boom, boom, Boom.”
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.
And the gray sky opened like a new-rent veil |Exactly as in the first section. Begin with terror and power, end with joy|
And showed the apostles with their coats of mail.
In bright white steel they were seated round,
And their fire-eyes watched where the Congo wound.
And the twelve Apostles, from their thrones on high,