26. Hope

Thou art my Lord, my golden dream,
    Thou art my life in death.
O bless me with Thy Hope Supreme,
    Lord of the Eternal Breath!

Agelong the vision of Thy Sun
    For darkness have I sought.
I know the evils I should shun
    And quickly bring to nought.

The earth is deaf and blind, my Lord;
    Its true goal it denies.
It hears no voice, no heavenly word
    From those who seek the skies.

O yet I feel Thy kingly Grace
    With my feeble mortality.
I shall win at last the Noonward Race,
    Plunge in the Nectar-Sea.