The unconquerable pang of despised love.
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
For nature then to me was all in all.
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.