Even weeping for those in that gloomy sojourn.
And yet, when with time it has crumbled away,
The omnipotent Potter will in that day
Turn again to the pattern of Paradise,
Will fashion it anew and bid it arise,
A jar full adorned and with richest designs,
With tracery covered, and heavenly signs,
With jewels deep-set, and with fine gold inlaid,
Enamel of love,—yes, a nature new made.
And then from the deep bottom, as from a cup