Would, that the seas all sang,
& the winds of the range both bellowed and rang.
Oh that the rocks could cry aloud
& the trees in the wood could humble in bow.
There when the peeks all know their place,
& man has been rid of his (dis) by God's grace.
There when the skies split open wide,
& lies have no sanctum to hide.
When every last tear has been finally shed,
& every last soul sees the Lamb that was dead.
To a joy irresistible or unquenchable fear,
all of Creation will proclaim He is here!