Heir of an eternal day!
In thy image Thou hast made,
Not the body, but the mind!
That shall lie defiled—decayed!
This to loftier fate consigned,
Shall, above the tempest roar,
Viewless, gaze on all below,
And, its mundane warfare o’er,
Calmly watch Time’s ceaseless flow!
Aid us! Father! with thy power!