Blessed are those who died in great battles.
Stretched out on the ground in the face of God.
Blessed are those who died on a final high place,
Amid all the pomp of grandiose funerals.

Blessed are those who died for carnal cities.
For they are the body of the city of God.
Blessed are those who died for their hearth and their fire,
And the lowly honors of their father’s house.

For such is the image and such the beginning
The body and shadow of the house of God.
Blessed are those who died in that embrace,
In honor’s clasp and earth’s avowal.