In Quest + 

With the first blush of morning, my soul is awing, + 

Away o’er the phantom lands free, wandering, + 

I seek thee in hamlet, in woodland, and hall, + 

Till night-shades, enfolding my tired heart, fall. + 

Yet ever and alway, like the thrush in a tree, + 

My heart lifts its preluding love-song to thee; + 

I call through the days, through the long weary years, + 

And slumber at night-fall, refreshed by my tears. + 