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Be thou, be thou his aid! Oh! let thy love pervade The haunted caves of self-accusing thought! There let the living stone Be cleft—the seed be sown— The song of fountains from the silence brought!

So shall thy breath once more Within the soul restore Thine own first image—Holiest and Most High! As a clear lake is filled With hues of Heaven, instilled Down to the depths of its calm purity.

And if, amidst the throng Linked by the ascending song, There are, whose thoughts in trembling rapture soar; Thanks, Father! that the power Of joy, man's early dower, Thus, e'en midst tears, can fervently adore!