High in heaven stood the sun,
         Surrounded by white clouds,
         The sea was salm;
   And I lay musing on the helm of the ship,
   Dreamily musing, and, half-awake,
   Half asleep, I saw Christ,
         The Saviour of the world.
   In waving white raiment
         He strode gigantically tall
               Over land and sea.
         His head touched heaven,
         He spread his hands in benediction
               Over land and sea;
         And for a heart in his bosom
               He bore the sun,
               The red fiery sun,
         And the red, fiery sun-heart
         Showered its beams of grace,
         And its pure love-bestowing light,
         That illumines and warms
               Over land and sea. 

         Peals of festal bells drew hither and thither,
            As swans might draw by chains of roses
               The smooth-gliding vessel,
         And sportively drew it to the verdant banks
         Where folk dwelt in a lofty-towered
               Overhanging town.

Oh miracle of peace! How quiet was the town!
Hushed was the dull murmur of chattering, sweltering Trade.
   And through the clean, resounding streets,
      Walked people clad in white,
         Bearing branches of palm.
   And when two such would meet,
      They looked at each other with ardent sympathy
      And, trembling with love and self denial,
            Kissed each other's brow,
            And glanced upward
      Towards the sun-heart of the Savior,
   Which in glad propitiation irradiated downward
            Its crimson blood;
      And thrice they exclaimed,
               "Praised be Jesus Christ!"