Faith’s chosen child is the miraculous.

I dare not strive those distant spheres to gain,

From whence these holy tidings came to us;

And yet it seems that long-remembered strain,

In youth, recalls me back to life again.

The kiss of heavenly love upon me fell,

In the deep stillness of the sabbath calm,

The heartfelt fullness of the sabbath bell,

A prayer to my glad soul sufficient balm,

Beyond conception sweet; a holy longing