That hour I sing no song; but all my soul
Inly with laughter loud of music rings:
The anthems of a spirit o'er me roll;
Of virtue, loveliness, and love he sings.
All light, the fields of duty round me spread;
Beyond them honor sits, with thee beside:
A heaven all glory flashes overhead;
An earth all rapture trembles like a bride.
VII.
Changed is my love from what it was when first