The subtle powers that underneath it lie,
From their unfathomed haunts his magic drew—
Displayed its tranquil beauty to our view,
Unstirred by passions blowing strong and wild,
And, in his thought, our marvelous being grew,
To a strange harmony, serene and mild,
Which blent in union sweet the old man and the child.
Blest be the Priest, whose consecrating hands
Wreathed a new glory round the true and right,
Baptized by whom, the humblest duty stands,