Had tasted of the breath of God again.
And having tasted it I speak of it,
And praise him telling how I trembled then
When his touch strengthened me, as now I sit
In wonder, reaching out beyond my ken,
Reaching to turn the day back, and my pen
Urging to tell a tale which told would seem
The witless phantasy of them that dream.
But O most blessèd truth, for truth thou art,
Abide thou with me till my life shall end.