Poems (Hinchman)/O Thou, to whom my soul with beating heart
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O Thou, to whom my soul with beating heart Hath knelt in praise, since my first dream of thee, Nor wisheth evermore to be made freeNor ever from thy vassalage would part:Thou, Beauty, who a star, who our sun art! Grant of thy glory light to us that we, Like the awakening earth, may joyouslyTurn to thy beams that life's pale mists dispart.
Thee have we guess'd at as we dimly could, As mind and heart and high ambition can— Nay, we have strain'd and sought thee, fearfully;Have felt and wonderfully understood What never has been seen unveil'd by man, Nor ever heard, the unmeasur'd harmony.