That joy, full born, that unknown tongue,
How the tears of the distracted demons become a heaven-climbing flame.
That shouting chant of the Sons of God
When first they saw Jehovah’s face.
And the Wanderer laughed, then sang it at last
Till it leaped as a flame to the forests on high
And the tears of the demons were fire in the sky.
How Lucifer seemed to make himself God.
And just for a breath he conquered and reigned,
For one quick pulse of time he stood;