Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist’s music deep—
Now tell me if that any is,
For gift or grace surpassing this—
“He giveth his beloved sleep?”
What would we give to our beloved?
The hero’s heart, to be unmoved—
The poet’s star-tuned harp, to sweep—
The senate’s shout to patriot vows—
The monarch’s crown, to light the brows?—