Evangelical

Come, for it is a beautiful night,

The hurricane lamps are hung above the altar

And the table laid with food for each

Who move among us with a heart of prayer;

Let us forget the hard of heart who endure

To strut in the mud of their ancestor's feet,

They are led out of heaven's light, where

Struggle cannot end but for tender grace,

Where flowers die without certain heat;

Let us forget the butterfly kiss and seductive face,

For what opens the temptation of the noontime devil

Is faith no more, but the old body clinging

To its own fond meat in the ration of mistrust;

Pull down the spirit house palm by leaf,

Carve nothing but your own belief,

And if you must, lay in secret with your wife,

But come, for it is a beautiful night.