Drifting on a wayward beam
Borne aloft on Heaven's zephyrs
A vision vivid and supreme
Whose truth could be sung along to lyres
A sage I saw, transcending time
With a magnificent and majestic voice
Whose Heart was blossoming in its prime
Begetting words to make children rejoice
In to my spirit he struck his truth
And awoke my own vocation
So now I go cantering on enchanted hoof
Towards exalted destination