1. O soul, the garden of aspirations smiled;

    its days, throughout life, shine like stars.

  2. The banquet tables of devotions that draw one near to God breathe sweet perfume;

    they spread, bringing hearts illumination and balm.

  3. Press onward—its banners have fluttered, and its letters

    stream from our words as remorse, as blood.

  4. We gave it no victory, nor did we make for it

    a ladder of ourselves toward glory and the heights.

Sol 5.6