Then first to the Little Ones was revealed the glory of God in the limpid flow of water.

Instinctively they plunged and swam, and the beasts followed them.
The desert rejoiced and blossomed as the rose.

Wide forests had sprung up, their whole undergrowth flowering shrubs peopled with song-birds.
Every thicket gave birth to a rivulet, and every rivulet to its water-song.
The place of the buried hand gave no sign.

Beyond and still beyond, the river came in full volume from afar.

Up and up we went, now along grassy margin, and now through forest of gracious trees.