Mankind, like waterfowl, are sprung from the sea--the Sea of Soul;
Risen from that Sea, why should the bird make here his home?
Nay, we are pearls in that Sea, therein we all abide;
Else, why does wave follow wave from the Sea of Soul?
'Tis the time of Union's attainment, 'tis the time of Eternity's
beauty,
'Tis the time of favour and largesse, 'tis the Ocean of perfect
purity.
The billow of largesse hath appeared, the thunder of the Sea hath
arrived,
The morn of blessedness hath dawned. Morn? No, 'tis the Light
of God.