In hope of peace and heaven.
Since that awful day the changing seasons have faster flown,
And what must I to men make known?
After the passing of two thousand years
Of man’s bravest fights, greatest victories and fears,
With ofttimes self-imposed torment and tears,
Thy transcendent heights for me are more increased—
Thou savest me, the very least.
Thou ancient and invisible I Am
Art one with Heaven’s youthful, adorable Lamb,