A faith, all made of love and light,
Child-like, and therefore full of might!
[423] “All this, and more than this, is now engraved upon the red-leaved tablets of my heart.”—Haywood.
A POET’S DYING HYMN.
“Be mute who will, who can,
Yet I will praise thee with impassion’d voice!
Me didst thou constitute a priest of thine
In such a temple as we now behold,
Rear’d for thy presence; therefore am I bound
To worship, here and every where.”—Wordsworth.