When faces, dearer to my soul than being,
Like shadows faint and frozen past me flee,
I turn to thee—Almighty and all-seeing
God of the universe!—I turn to thee!
When in my chamber, lone and lowly kneeling,
I pour before thee thoughts that inly burn;
I lay before thy shrine that wealth of feeling
Whose ashes sleep in my heart’s funeral urn:
I pray thee, in a mercy yet untasted,
To raise my spirit from its dark despair;