Thrice bless’d are they, who feel their loneliness; + 

To whom nor voice of friends nor pleasant scene + 

Brings aught on which the sadden’d heart can lean; + 

Yea, the rich earth, garb’d in her daintiest dress + 

Of light and joy, doth but the more oppress, + 

Claiming responsive smiles and rapture high; + 

Till, sick at heart, beyond the veil they fly, + 

Seeking His Presence, who alone can bless. + 

Such, in strange days, the weapons of Heaven’s grace; + 

When, passing o’er the high-born Hebrew line, + 

He moulds the vessel of His vast design; + 

Fatherless, homeless, reft of age and place, + 

Sever’d from earth, and careless of its wreck, + 

Born through long woe His rare Melchizedek. + 