While men amend the world with cages
You come dancing down the ages
peddling sparks to blaze, set fire
when we—all box-bent—build yet higher
With wondrous ware of flashing flame
oh mountain melter, human smelter
You tame what naught befits Your name
With sword of flame and pillared fire
You best what men with might conspire—
might fix with some more clumsy mix
of creedal concrete heavy hard
Oh Spirit bard and humble tinker
You pour that pan of sparkling ember
on clueless takers
making thus a body burning
carrying forward all Your yearning
that ash on wind be blown away
leaving only on that day what holy ought remain