Praise to thine awful beauty, praise

And peace, O warden of my ways!

Bid o’er the brow to thee I raise,

Eternal unction fall.

Nobly and equally thou must

Take adoration of my dust,

And unto altitudes august

Thy low-born lover call.

Bless me; forget me not: a lone

Clear Amen through thine arches blown,

A heartstring of that Hope, a stone

Fixed also in that Wall.