Sublimest Master, thou, of harmony, From whose untroubled depths serenely flow The sinuous streams of sweetest melody; Now in exhaustless fulness dost thou know The joy divine thy raptured strains foretold; God's harmony thy prayer hath satisfied, His music on thy listening ear hath rolled; Accord unmarred, for which thy spirit sighed, In its completeness, through the eternal years Is thine; thy yearning soul its echo dim Didst catch amid thy mortal woes and fears, — An earnest of the blest, perpetual hymn, And legacy to us, which shall inspire, With something of thy pure, celestial fire. |