Clear shining in his goodlihead,
Love to my soul came forth and said:—
“Arise, O Soul! and go with me,
And thou shalt read my book and see
Things hidden from the wise, and know
The height of joy, the depth of woe,
And hear the seas of passion roll,
And scan the dim strange human scroll,
The writing of its speechless lore,
And poesy’s unfathomed store;