Because thou art, there is no endless night.
Earth’s weary children long for deep repose;
But from the glorious light all music flows.
As night and day forever alternate,
In darkest silence life doth germinate.
No mortal can conceive th’ entrancing sounds
That greet the spirit freed from terrene bounds.
Could love’s effulgence from supernal spheres
But reach the mortal eye bedimmed with tears,
A solace sweet as rain on sun-parched leaf