Is eloquent with injured majesty.
He kneels—but not to man; his heart shall own
Such deep submission to his God alone!
And who can tell with what sustaining power
That God may visit him in fate’s dread hour?
How the still voice, which answers every moan,
May speak of hope—when hope on earth is gone?
That solemn pause is o’er—the youth hath given
One glance of parting love to earth and heaven:
The sun rejoices in th’ unclouded sky,