I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere.
My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you:
Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew.
I wander—I wander, and yet she is not here,
Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near.
ZION[[3]]
She stood—a hill-ensceptred Queen,
The glory streaming from her;
While Heaven flashed her rays between,
And shed eternal summer.