To M. L. S——

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-

Of all to whom thine absence is the night-

The blotting utterly from out high heaven

The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee

Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all

For the resurrection of deep-buried faith

In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-

Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed