On the seashore,
I see how,
An auspicious eggshell
Opens itself,
And manifests
Its multicolor pamphlets,
Along the smiling Naiad who
Holds a silver scepter;
A flying kiss emerges,
From her mouth,
And hands me,
A purple scroll,
Containing the story,
Of our most sacred Joy;
Like a Conqueror who's got,
A Cross imprinted on his forehead;
The wind & the sun
Welcome my steps,
Before the blue waves,
And the sand awakes some statues,
To show me her new saints.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
On the seashore,
I see how,
An auspicious eggshell
Opens itself,
And manifests
Its multicolor pamphlets,
Along the smiling Naiad who
Holds a silver scepter;
A flying kiss emerges,
From her mouth,
And hands me,
A purple scroll,
Containing the story,
Of our most sacred Joy;
Like a Conqueror who's got,
A Cross imprinted on his forehead;
The wind & the sun
Welcome my steps,
Before the blue waves,
And the sand awakes some statues,
To show me her new saints.
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