Of all who hail thy presence as the morning --- Of all to whom thine absence is the night --- The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun --- of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope --- for life --- ah! above all, For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth --- in Virtue --- in Humanity ---
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!" At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes ---
Of all who owe thee most --- whose gratitude Nearest resembles worship --- oh, remember The truest --- the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him --- By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think His spirit is communing with an angel's.