Guarding his inner life from touch of ill,
With its dove-pinion still!
Let such a sense of thee,
Thy watching presence, thy sustaining love,
His bosom-guest inalienably be,
That wheresoe’er he move,
A heavenly light serene
Upon his heart and mien
May sit undimm’d! a gladness rest his own,
Unspeakable, and to the world unknown!