Lent for a time unto the thoughtful mind;
When memory can o’er the clouds uplift
The startled soul away from all mankind,
Throw wide eternity’s majestic gate,
And grant a view of the immortal state.
And thou, O Night! who can’st these spirits raise,
Giv’st immortality to mortal eyes,
To thee I tune mine unadornèd praise,
And chant thy glories to the list’ning skies:
Waft, O ye winds! the floating notes along;