Thy soul, oh Man! is her especial shrine;

There find her, thou unto thyself shalt wake,

And to thy God; for heaven is her’s and thine:

Seek her in youth, nor yet in age forsake.

J. A. Heraud.

Immortal Truth! by inspiration taught,

Thou spurn’st the servile chains of human art;

In native majesty arrayed, thou shed’st

Thy radiant beams through all this vale below;

Thy piercing voice resounds through distant climes,