Light by George MacDonald — Read

First-born of the creating Voice! / Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sent / Waiting upon him first, what time he went / Moving about mid the tumultuous noise / Of each unpiloted element / Upon the face of the void formless deep! / Thou who didst come unbodied and alone / Ere yet the sun was set his rule to keep, / Or ever the moon shone, / Or e'er the wandering star-flocks forth were driven! / Thou garment of the Invisible, whose skirt / Sweeps, glory-giving, over earth and heaven! / Thou comforter, be with me as thou wert / When first I longed for words, to be / A radiant garment for my thought, like thee!

We lay us down in sorrow, / Wrapt in the old mantle of our mother Night; / In vexing dreams we strive until the morrow; / Grief lifts our eyelids up -- and Lo, the light! / The sunlight on the wall! And visions rise / Of shining leaves that make sweet melodies; / Of wind-borne waves with thee upon their crests; / Of rippled sands on which thou rainest down; / Of quiet lakes that smooth for thee their breasts; / Of clouds that show thy glory as their own; / O joy! O joy! the visions are gone by! / Light, gladness, motion, are reality!