Ablaze with gems, no dust might dim

The bright attire that covered him.

Arrayed like him, on every side

High saints their master glorified.

Near, borne in air, appeared in view

His car which tawny coursers drew,

Like silver cloud, the moon, or sun

Ere yet the day is well begun.

Wreathed with gay garlands, o'er his head

A pure white canopy was spread,