He loves me!
Your pardon! 'tis delightful to transport Oneself into the spirit of the past, Tosee in times before us how a wise man thought, And what a glorious height wehave achieved at last.
Service, Organ, and Anthem}
Naught of this genial influence do I know! Within me all is wintry. Frost andsnow I should prefer my dismal path to bound. How sadly, yonder, withbelated glow Rises the ruddy moon's imperfect round, Shedding so faint alight, at every tread One's sure to stumble 'gainst a rock or tree! An IgnisFatuus I must call instead. Yonder one burning merrily, I see. Holla! myfriend! may I request your light? Why should you flare away so uselessly? Bekind enough to show us up the height!