Float on a sea of light.
Anon far, far away they glide,
Shooting through realms of bliss,
Till from the spirit’s eye they fade
In heaven’s own bright abyss.
Such are the visions thou dost wake,
Such are the thoughts that rise
In him who ’neath thy upturned brow
Beholds thy spirit-eyes.
There is no stain upon that brow;