Its flowing through the trough is but man’s wants to fill.
No sooner has man’s need been fully satisfied,
He turns the water off;—straight in its bed it’s tied.
To teach men wisdom, stream of speech flows through the mouth;
But spirit hath another course, far less uncouth.80
Without a voice or repetition it rolls on,
As through elysium, streams;—flowers springing aye, anon.
O Lord! Do Thou vouchsafe to my weak, erring soul
To see the realm where, voiceless, spirit thoughts may stroll,
That so my mind, in glee, on foot or head, may wing