Sing, O shout: Happy Resurrection Day!

Now, it is calling from a long way off–

Now, it is here and at my very door!

Rising, it stands forth with the new Day’s Sun,

With each degree more and more manifest

In all brilliance and magnificence, 

Arms outstretched to illuminate the Sky–

That vast ocean overhead in which lies

Every burning star, immortally stayed,

High in heaven, each awash with sunlight

Until all such lights become as nothing

In this, the great and glorious burning–

Arms outstretched to illuminate my eye

So to behold the rising of the Day.