Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.