H. H. Weld.

But, of Thy works, through sea and land,

Or the wide fields of ether wending,

In man Thy noblest thoughts are blending;

Man is the glory of thy hand;—

Man modelled in a form of grace,

Where every beauty has its place;

A gentleness and glory sharing

His spirit, where we may behold

A higher aim, a nobler daring: