Of light, serenely, solemnly divine,
And lending to each holy star a ray
As of kind eyes, that woo my soul away:
I bless thee, O my God!
That I have heard thy voice nor been afraid,
In the earth’s garden—midst the mountains old,
And the low thrillings of the forest-shade,
And the wild sound of waters uncontroll’d—
And upon many a desert plain and shore—
No solitude—for there I felt thee more: