They March Ahead, Those Brilliant Eyes In You A Master Angel Doubtless Magnetized; They March, Those Holy Twins, My Brothers Too, Raising A Gem-Like Flame Within My Eyes. From All The Snares And Deadly Sins They Save Me, And They Lead My Steps In Beauty'S Way; They Are My Servants, Yet I Am Their Slave; This Living Torch Makes All My Heart Obey. Fair Eyes, You Glimmer With The Secret Rays Of Tapers Lit At Noon; In Growing Red The Sun Does Not Put Out Their Mystic Blaze; You Sing Awakening, They Praise The Dead; You March And Wake With Song This Soul Of Mine, Stars Of A Flame The Sun Can Not Outshine!