And of its bliss is nought more wondrous told us
Than these few words—“I shall be satisfied.”
5 Satisfied! satisfied! The spirit’s yearning
For sweet companionship with kindred minds—
The silent love that here meets no returning—
The inspiration which no language finds—
6 Shall they be satisfied? The soul’s vague longing—
The aching void which nothing earthly fills?
O! what desires upon my soul are thronging
As I look upward to the heavenly hills.