To his low fountain in the wilderness?

Have I not gazed into thy tender eyes

And read the secret of thy holiness,

Cleansing my soul in humbleness and faith,

To shrine thee in thy fulness evermore?

Have I not clasped thee in my frenzied arms

And heard thy heart-beats answer back to mine,

Fainter and fainter till the deep voice stilled

In the eternal silence of the grave?

O be to me henceforth but some sweet dream

Illumining the sky of Memory:

A fixëd star of everlasting light

To pilot me along the sea of life,

And keep the bearings of the spirit true.

Visit me in imagination's train,

The sweetest and the fairest child of Thought,

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Till thro' my being, as thro' columned aisles

When incense from the altar upward wreaths,

There float the fragrance of thy breath divine.

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