The gifts of God are many : but from me1
Great thanks are due for one peculiar grace,2
That when to life’s stern road I turned my face3
He led my blind, unpractised foot to thee,4
Thou great-souled Bunsen, full of light and love.5
Thee to have known was as when first the flower6
Lifts up its drooping head to that fine Power7
Which stirs strong life in all fair things that move ;8
And as the Sun his vivid virtue flings9
With genial grace on teeming sea and land,10
So thou, all human, all terrestrial things,11
With pulsing heart embraced and helping hand,12
Nor knew of sect or race the sundering wall,13
Who lived in all the joys and griefs of all.14