For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.