lightness darkens the blackest day,
As midnight moons does here betray.
And blissful echoes, will divine,
The stars that shine.
Bring to me the heavens, in colors and of love.
Until the angels harp and twist the halo of,
The falling sky, and amber eye,
Of martyrs, death and life sublime.
It brings the faith to mountains peak,
To men and women in of weak,
And simple truth shall now prevail,
In skies of fire and icy hail.
As witness to miraculous,
The whim l, oh so tantulus.