"Upon a rock", He sayed, He sayed,Up on a rock, he prayed, he prayed.
Heliotrope,Ashes, a pitcher divine,Not such a goblet,More a hollowed carved stone.
Succored with fancy,Abideth this brief lovely while,Dreams all a'canter: the earthly unrobed.
Pinion the bride -Rest and rest again,Take in to her smiles,Sane greed and eager,Burning, urging, holding fast,And asks and asksAnd asks… and asks.
Come! Pour forth and be then done (when done).Oh! Gratitude's recovery, our own soul's bride;His Will, His Life, in all bestowed honor,To you, that you,May herein abide.