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Of all who hail thy presence as the morning --
Of all to whom thine absence is the night --
The blotting utterly from out high heaven / The sacred sun -- of all who, weeping, bless thee / Hourly for hope -- for life -- ah, above all, / For the resurrection of deep buried faith / In truth, in virtue, in humanity --
Of all who, on despair's unhallowed bed / Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen / At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled / In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes --
Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude / Nearest resembles worship -- oh, remember / The truest, the most fervently devoted, / And think that these weak lines are written by him --
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think / His spirit is communing with an angel's.