BLESSINGS HAVE I won in this life of the Beautiful. In the vessel of man's affection I taste His own divine nectar. Sorrow, hard to bear, has shown me the unhurt, unconquered soul. On the day when I felt death's impending shadow, fear's defeat has not been mine. The great ones of the Earth have not deprived me of their touch, their undying words have I stored in my heart. Grace I had from the god of life: this memory let me leave in grateful words.
YOU HIDE yourself in your own glory, my King. The sand-grain and the dew-drop are more proudly apparent than yourself. The world unabashed calls all things its own that are yours-yet it is never brought to shame. You make room for us while standing aside in silence; therefore love lights her own lamp to seek you and comes to your worship unbidden.