175. The Two Worlds

UNVEIL, O Lord, and on us shine
        In glory and in grace;
This gaudy world grows pale before
        The beauty of Thy face.

Till Thou art seen, it seems to be
        A sort of fairy ground,
Where suns unsetting light the sky,
        And flowers and fruits abound.

But when Thy keener, purer beam
        Is pour'd upon our sight,
It loses all its power to charm,
        And what was day is night. {320}

Its noblest toils are then the scourge
        Which made Thy blood to flow;
Its joys are but the treacherous thorns
        Which circled round Thy brow.

And thus, when we renounce for Thee
        Its restless aims and fears,
The tender memories of the past,
        The hopes of coming years,

Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes
        Are lighted from above;
We offer what we cannot keep,
        What we have ceased to love.

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