By Charles Harpur
Give me to wander oft, in lone devotion,
Under the round and moonless Heaven! When
The stars, thick isling their ethereal ocean,
Burn all in undiminished state! Oh, then
Rapt from all earthy passionóthen I feel
Even from my Spiritís inmost fountain streaming
Untaught Religion! Streaming to reveal
With an assurance there is no misdeeming,
That Iím authentic by as bright a seal
As stampt those Orbs into eternal beaming!
Yes; in the ample volume of the skies
Reading of Immortality, elate
On Faithís expanded wings, I learn to rise
Above injurious Time and all the wrongs of Fate.