Rich hues, o’er nature shedding
Each day a clearer, spiritual gleam.
Let not those rays fade from me!—once enjoy’d,
Father of Spirits! let them not depart—
Leaving the chill’d earth, without form and void,
Darken’d by mine own heart!
Lift, aid, sustain me! Thou, by whom alone
All lovely gifts and pure
In the soul’s grasp endure;
Thou, to the steps of whose eternal throne