As his thought wells up from a mind divine,
Terrors bred of animal blood resign
Their hold, world’s walls crumble in dust away,
I see in light clearer than that of day
Earth—above it, through it; but nought to tell
Of an Under-world, torture-jail of Hell.
Heaven stands revealed; the Gods’ quiet home,
Where nor clouds, nor rain and snow-storms dare come,
And in large air they breathe immortally,
Unknowing sin or grief, content to Be.