There! thank God! a faint light-beam!
A rippling on my burning head!
Inward on my soul and brain!
I am living once again!
Frown more seldom, oftener sigh.
For to wings hath grown the cross.
If Christ enter in and sup.
That there may be room for Him!
For He fills me to the brim.
Wholly mine, by being His.
Whither all my longings tend.
In the forms it took before.
With the sunshine at their back!
Snow-capt summits in the sky!
Glorious mountains! God’s own places!
Move together at your sight.
Is a thousand fathoms quite.
Growing calm and vast like you.
Baptism of an inward youth.
To die into the Heavenly Birth.