to come to know the pliant truth of words
that stumble, mumbling from the minds of Man
you should have seen him blossom in the air
all blue and gold and brilliant crimson-green
such corruption of a soul could burn so fair
and let the plow-boy turn his ash to dirt
an abundance of superfluous breath
their love for God should stain the hearts of men
their love of God has stained their hearts
his love of God in all confusion stained his heart
to make him contrary to all the peace
found