Whose wandering feet have homeward turned again:
And many a speaking eye reveals the tale
Of love long felt, but ne’er before expressed.
The church is still, and maiden modesty
Has smoothed her dress and re-arranged her curl,
Then from the choir the pealing anthem swells
With chorus grand—and voices long unused
To holy song join in the symphony
Of praise.
Prayer long and deep and eloquent ensues,