"Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free!"
Three quarter-centuries of years my own
Will end their flight this day in winter's cold:
Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown!
Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee foretold,
When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,
And earth shall be one temple to thy praise!
72. DONATI'S COMET, 1858. [(notes)]