7 t H e a v e n

Beautiful, beautiful, beautifulest,
Out of complete darkness thou spark a shimmer,
Oh amazing grace!
How sweet thou potray thy
majestic flares,
Thou but stranded in thy
heavenly sight,
In the midst of the graceful mist,
Thou shall rise
When the cockrel crows.
And thou shall celebrate thy
return
At every dawn.
Rise in glory!