ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
XLVI. EJACULATION
ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
GLORY to God! and to the Power who came In filial duty, clothed with love divine, That made his human tabernacle shine Like Ocean burning with purpureal flame; Or like the Alpine Mount, that takes its name From roseate hues, far kenned at morn and even In hours of peace, or when the storm is driven Along the nether region’s rugged frame! Earth prompts–Heaven urges; let us seek the light, Studious of that pure intercourse begun 10 When first our infant brows their lustre won; So, like the Mountain, may we grow more bright From unimpeded commerce with the Sun, At the approach of all-involving night.