In Bodies New

I have not seen the mystic swan

Circling above our laboured days

Nor heard the call of the fluting One

Who in our mortal pastures plays.

Yet someone called the heaven-bird

Softly from its human nest

Unfolding great white wings toward

Its haven in a Mother's breast.

Through sunless days and trackless nights

The soul undaunted journeys on

Soaring towards the unseen heights

Where all that lives as yet unborn

Shall penetrate man's deathbound state,

This entity so charged by grace,

Reverse the program of his fate

In bodies new bear God's embrace.