With joyous wonder have I seen the sun Upraise his golden disc above the sea,

What time the night’s long shadows, scatt’ring, run Before the splendour of his majesty;

And with sweet solace have I seen the moon Rising serenely through the conscious air—

A joy to weary travellers, and a boon To wakeful watchers in the house of care.

Yet not to these, ah ! not to these I turn When love and awe and wonder stir me most;

But unto Thee, Whom eyes of Faith discern Above the altar raised, O Sacred Host!

Thou art the Moon and Sun of my delight,

Thou makest Day, and comfortest the Night.

Mortimer Standing.