Over the rampage of the ages wild, came the voice of Mosier to me. As
the sighing winds blow over the mountains and orchard valleys, ye
stealthy lights that gleam upon the seas; most assuredly have you been
born again. Have your souls been reclaimed by my spirit--I who holds
that light of Calverie. Do you know me for yourself and not by another?
are the souls that are known of me.
From the surging streams of the northland sealed, of the blue that
shines across the earth revealed; unto all you souls that pray. Do you
hear my voice in harmonies as the vespers play? As the sighing winds
pass over the mountains most assuredly have you been, reclaimed by me. I
have a torchlight descending from my father's throne. I who bare the
sorrows of the world alone.
Is sorrow and pain turned to joy before thee; do you love death as the
others love life. Is there no secret sin with thee, as with them of
unjust strife? I am your strength in this way, I keep for you the
eternal treasure of love and life. My father and I have made ourselves
known unto thee, you saints of light; most assuredly as the sighing
winds pass over the mountains you rest beyond the night.