For that thy golden rays around my head are projected,
That I may breathe thy balm;
That through the ether to thee my mortal glance is directed,
Bathed in a heavenly calm;
That an immortal soul thy heavenly power has granted,
And in my glowing heart
Pleasure and pain alike in turn hast graciously planted
Caution and joy to impart;
That to express the thoughts of my soul with fitting emotion
Thou dost the power afford;
That to thy doughtier sons the wreath was the meed of devotion,
Mine the inspiriting chord;
That my impassioned soul on wings of ecstasy soaring,
Paints life yet more bright,
And in the mirror of song the verities ever exploring,
Pierces the dim half-light: —
Goddess adored, for this till Destiny hinder its showing,
Every thought of my soul
Shall well forth toward thee, in childlike purity glowing;
While from the golden bowl
Thine eternal praise, Divine, shall echo for ever,
And this sentient heart
From its clasp of thy motherly breast no power shall sever
Till us Death do part.