Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 33 1833.pdf/5

 The dimness melts away, That on your glory lay, Oh! ye majestic watchers of the skies! Through the dissolving veil, Which made each aspect pale, Your gladdening fires once more I recognise; And once again a shower Of Hope, and Joy, and Power, Streams on my soul from your immortal eyes. And, if that splendour to my sobered sight Come tremulous, with more of pensive light; Something, tho' beautiful, yet deeply fraught, With more that pierces thro' each fold of thought, Than I was wont to trace, On Heaven's unshadowed face; Be it e'en so!—be mine, tho' set apart Unto a radiant ministry, yet still A lowly, fearful, self-distrusting heart; Bow'd before Thee, O Mightiest! whose blest will All the pure stars rejoicingly fulfil