In pleasure's or affliction's calmer hour,

The heart's sincerest offering of praise;

Intuitive, unuttered prayers arise

Without the outstretched arms, or reverently clos-ed eyes.

Down deep within the soul's mysterious seat,

The voice of reason, and inherent sense,

Admits Thy Sovereign Power, and doth entreat

The guidance of a Just Omnipotence;

Thus doth the human essence e'er depend

On that Supreme. Eternal. Without End.

Supreme, Mysterious Power! Whate'er Thou be,

Can e'er our mortal natures comprehend,

This side the veil which shrouds futurity,

Thy Wisdom, Power, and Love? The end

Of all conclusions, reasoned o'er and o'er,

We know Thou dost exist! Can we know more?

 Shall Love, as the Bridal Wreath, Whither and Die?

Shall love as the bridal wreath, wither and die?

Or remain ever constant and sure,

As the years of the future pass rapidly by,

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