To Marie Louise (Shew)
Of all who hail thy presence as the morningвБ†вАФ
Of all to whom thine absence is the nightвБ†вАФ
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sunвБ†вАФof all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hopeвБ†вАФfor lifeвБ†вАФah, above all,
For the resurrection of deep buried faith
In truth, in virtue, in humanityвБ†вАФ
Of all who, on despairвАЩs unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, вАЬLet there be light!вАЭ
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the seraphic glancing of thine eyesвБ†вАФ
Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worshipвБ†вАФoh, remember
The truest, the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by himвБ†вАФ
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angelвАЩs.