Is a tribute paid to thee:
Every heart-beat—there, oh there,
Thou hast mightiest sovereignty.
To thee, nameless one! to thee
Still my thoughts, my passions turn;
’Tis through thee alone I see,
Think, and feel, and breathe, and burn.
If the woe in which I live
Ever reach thy generous ear,
Pity not, but oh, forgive