Chasten’d and school’d at last,
No more, no more my struggling spirit burns,
But, fix’d on thee, from that wild worship turns—
What have I said?—the deep dream is not past!
Yet hear!—if still I love,
Oh! still too fondly—if, for ever seen,
An earthly image comes my heart between
And thy calm glory, Father! throned above;
If still a voice is near,
(E’en while I strive these wanderings to control,)