Words that o’er my spirit broke,
Like the chimes in dream-land woke—
“Sad, meek solitaire of earth,
Loving, trusting from thy birth—
Soul that heavenward dost soar!
Turn this traitor from the door—
Thy lone heart’s door.
“In thy breast he seeks no home—
From the blithest he will roam;
He will enter the heart’s dome,