Thunder bolts stampede across the sky
As Sun rides chariot, till night bestow
Iridescent, dreamy, heathen glow
The birds and stars go roving grandly by
Is this thy house? Realm of eternal song
Where begging to be sung above the throng
Angels score of God with lust belie
Olympic torch could not sully thy flame
Diamonds, all of them, don't halt thy shine
Flower of thy passion eludes spirit brine
Where devils dogs suffice to maim