The bread from far beyond where sun doth climb,
The wine more ancient than the birth of time,—
Present the King of Kings o'er worlds elate;
The guests in purity of heart array'd,
Their songs the glad emotions of the soul,
Their faces beaming with celestial love.—
Like this no table e'er shall be display'd
Till o'er the earth the car of fate shall roll,
And bear the worthy to the feast above.