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And back return, a darkness and a weight, Till my unanswer'd heart grows desolate— Yet, yet sustain me, Holiest!—I am vow'd To solemn service high; And shall the spirit, for thy tasks endow'd, Sink on the threshold of the sanctuary, Fainting beneath the burden of the day, Of that pure spousal fane inviolate, Where it should make eternal truth its mate, May cheer the sacred solitary way?

Oh! be the whisper of thy voice within Enough to strengthen! Be the hope to win A more deep-seeing homage for thy name, Far, far beyond the burning dream of fame! Make me thine only!—Let me add but one To those refulgent steps all undefiled, Which glorious minds have piled