Henry Hamilton (1840–1916)

WHO feels knows deeper truth than he who sees,

And lives with God in greater harmony;

With Nature rests in closer sympathy,

And draws her honey like the tireless bees.

He holds the beauty which forever flees

Near to his soul; he hears the melody

Which rings through time and through eternity;

He knows the hopes and loves which always please.

Therefore, O poet, will I speak thy praise

And listen to the music of thy song,

Or reverent twine about thy brow the bays,

And to thy faithful worshipers belong;

For purest truth finds voice in thy sweet lays,

And perfect love which makes hearts glad and strong.