Reflector of our being! mirroring river,
For ever from us flowing;
We draw from thee the wealth of our bestowing,
Receptacle and giver;
Thou that wrappest us apart
In the world of our own heart.
Oh, if thou, Memory! be thus divine,
What is my spirit that evoketh thine?
Thou art our inmate child, our own,
Yet do I reverence as before a throne,
Yea, worship at thy shrine.
For why? from thee I gather all;
Thou art my life's coronal;
Thou dost my universe unfold;
An everlasting festival
In thy company I hold.