Budapest

Away unto the place of war and rest
​We fly, where eye has not beheld the Light;
But Light has led the Way to Budapest
And will illumine “soon” her shadowed night.

This war against not flesh, though blood and flesh
We are; but more, we shine as stars for Joy,
That morning Light would dawn in Budapest
With all the servants of the Light employed.

Her rest we seek, for Sabbath do we press
And strain; again, we strive by holy means
To kill the flesh, to plant a seed in Budapest
That we might bear a Fruit for her to glean.