A beckoning light upon the Blissful Border:
A kindred element of law and peace.
So, too, our strange unrest in this our dwelling,
The trembling that thou joinest with our mirth,
Are by thy magnet-communing compelling
Our spirits farther from the scope of earth.
So, doubtless, when beneath thy potence swerving,
’Tis that thou lead’st us by a path unknown,
Our seeming deviations all subserving
The perfect orbit round the central throne.