As the vision continued, there was,
Festooning Paradise’s Elysian walls,
A breastplate of the twelve jewels –
Earth’s sacred ephod in gemstones;
Pillars of an eternal foundation
Not fashioned by human hands.
Then, Paradise’s doors opened,
Draped in Shangri-La’s diamonds.
Into that vision of Tsyion (Zion),
Galloped the steeds of the four horsemen –
Their saddles in crimson, flutter
To the sound of hooves of thunder,
Like the voice of the Zambezi River,
Over Mosi-oa-Tunya –
“The Smoke that Thunders,”
Over, Victoria Falls.