To Marie Louise (Shew)

1Of all who hail thy presence as the morning —

2Of all to whom thine absence is the night —

3The blotting utterly from out high heaven

4The sacred sun — of all who, weeping, bless thee

5Hourly for hope — for life — ah, above all,

6For the resurrection of deep buried faith

7In truth, in virtue, in humanity —

8Of all who, on despair's unhallowed bed

9Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen

10At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"

11At thy soft-murmured words that were fulfilled

12In thy seraphic glancing of thine eyes —

13Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude

14Nearest resembles worship, — oh, remember

15The truest, the most fervently devoted,

16And think that these weak lines are written by him —

17By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think

18His spirit is communing with an angel's.