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.