Come Knit Hands, And Beat

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.

My Mansion Is, Where Those Immortal Shapes Of Bright Aerial Spirits Live Insphered In Regions Mild Of Calm And Serene Air, Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.