" There is a bliss the eye hath never seen,
" There is a bliss the ear hath never heard,
" Nor hath it ever comprehended been: —
" And though on man's heart 'tis sometimes conferred, "
Never except on him whose heart is stirred
With spiritual communion: he who drinks
Of that immortal fount, to him preferred
Is that pure peace, which while it deeply sinks
Into our heart of hearts, speech from its utterance shrinks.