Praise to thine awful beauty, praise
And peace, O warden of my ways!
Bid o’er the brow to thee I raise,
Eternal unction fall.
Nobly and equally thou must
Take adoration of my dust,
And unto altitudes august
Thy low-born lover call.
Bless me; forget me not: a lone
Clear Amen through thine arches blown,
A heartstring of that Hope, a stone
Fixed also in that Wall.