Had fled? Since she besought unconsciousness
Had ages sped? And now appeared her guide,
Cay, whom long she mourned when he had died.
His clear calm eyes again she searched amazed;
Their power thrilled and drew her as she gazed.
Then murmured she—“If this be happy dream
Let me dream on.” O Light! thy wondrous beam
Throughout creation glows, now and for aye,
If Will Omnipotent ordaineth day.
Thy rays are harmonies, celestial Light!