He sang his latest song, and, ending, said,
“Song is but body, though ’tis body winged:
The soul of song is love: the body dead,
The soul should thrive the more.” That Patmian Sage
Whose head had lain upon the Saviour’s breast,
Who in high vision saw the First and Last,
Who heard the harpings of the Elders crowned,
Who o’er the ruins of the Imperial House
And ashes of the twelve great Cæsars dead
Witnessed the endless triumph of the just,