“ Glory to God ! and to that Power whocame In filial duty, clothed with love divine, Which made His earthly tabernacleshine Like ocean, burning with purpurealflame : Or like that Alpine mount which takesits name From roseate hues ; far kenned at mornand even, In quiet times, and when the storm isdriven Across its nether region’s stalwartframe. Earth prompts, heaven urges—let usseek the light, Mindful of that pure intercourse begun When first our infant brows their lus-tre won. So, like the mountain, may we glow morebright, Through unimpeded commerce withthe sun, At the approach of all-involving night.”