Would fall on those bereft and bowed with grief.
No more would Death a bitter foe appear;
Kind Hope and Faith would banish Doubt and Fear.
To Móo awaked another rapture flowed—
Coh’s eyes with love unquenched before her’s glowed.
O Love! thou art the power of life, the force
That lifts the soul; Divinity thy source.
Ignoble things thy presence doth redeem,
Sweet breath of God! most holy and supreme!
Eternal thou, throughout the boundless space;