might we burn again, each man fire-column to King Fingers outstretched to heaven and to brothers, burning; flame-crowned fathers faces shone like Saint Sabas "Here is Abba Antony coming," and here band of prophets; brighter still bake orange countenance in furnace of God! And here band of Apostles! Here is my ghost, a happy trade in passion-prayerful ecstasy Christ becometh us —yes and amen! might we bear courage to burn bright once again, we babes of prophets - we are saints yet, and still, lovers of man.