Deep in his soul! Yes, God in veiled glory
Appears, His “ancient cov’nant” to renew;
And angel-tongues record the sacred story
Which o’er the Patriarch such rich splendor threw!
But never more, as in the days departed,
Will ye return to gladden this dull earth:
What burning tears to human eyes have started
Since last ye moved ’mid forms of mortal birth.
And though no more, in glorious raiment clad,
May God, or angel-guest, to man appear,