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TO ——— ———.
When thou art near,
My thrilling spirit seems a universe
Of happiness and beauty. Blessed dreams
Of airy loveliness float through my soul;
A chastened splendor rests upon my life,
As a soft pillar of the moonlight rests
Upon the deep; and a soft glory comes
From thy sweet presence o'er my heart, to charm
My senses into worship.
My thrilling spirit seems a universe
Of happiness and beauty. Blessed dreams
Of airy loveliness float through my soul;
A chastened splendor rests upon my life,
As a soft pillar of the moonlight rests
Upon the deep; and a soft glory comes
From thy sweet presence o'er my heart, to charm
My senses into worship.
On thy brow
I read the might of lofty intellect,
And I have listened with a panting heart
To thy high words of music and of pride,
And bowed my soul in homage to thy power,
Thou glorious son of genius. Every star
That trembles in the blue empyrean, seems
A torch to light thy spirit's sweeping track
Through Heaven's serene abyss; and holy night
Seems but a stole of solemn hue thrown round
The radiance of thy soul.
I read the might of lofty intellect,
And I have listened with a panting heart
To thy high words of music and of pride,
And bowed my soul in homage to thy power,
Thou glorious son of genius. Every star
That trembles in the blue empyrean, seems
A torch to light thy spirit's sweeping track
Through Heaven's serene abyss; and holy night
Seems but a stole of solemn hue thrown round
The radiance of thy soul.
