While ever his God, like the sunlight, is throwing
His merciful, glorious, unquenchable ray.
LXIX.
I never lik’d the world so well,
It never seem’d so dear:
For I beheld it, as I fell,
And bless’d the little sphere.
And now I breathed the air again,
And felt ’twas native breath;
And I long’d to speak once more to men,