Nor requiem for the hopeless dead,
But sonatas pure sings he of life and love,
This receiving and out-giving Psyche of every wandering note,
The Sidney Lanier ’mongst birds of the sunny South,
His own “trim Shakespeare on a tree”—
The oak, the moss, the bird and I,
Above all Jehovah, the life of all,
Proclaim thee ever-living,
And glorified.
I cry unto thee, ascended sire;