The love of Heaven to man.
If true to God, what matters,
Where’er our work is done?
The sunbeam in the hovel,
And in the Hall, are one.
TRANSFIGURED!
(“The Word was made flesh.”)
Garment of Flesh, to thee was given
The virgin glow of sun and sod:—
Dawn-woven in the loom of Heaven,—
The last, the tenderest touch of God!