I hear the voice of zeal
I hear when you gulped the sun
I hear trumpets' call to heal
I hear the voice of your run
...
I know I shall surely baptise
I know my limb is weak
I know I shall be there with temperate love
I know they will sing hosannah for my day
...
Souls of poets
Move to and from
A great pool
With a shining sun
...
Dressed in white collar
To the pinnacle
...knee down in minutes
And suffused in the faith
...