Shall see the Kings full glory break,
  Nor from the blissful vision shrink:

In fearless love and hope uncloyed
  For ever on that ocean bright
Empowered to gaze; and undestroyed,
  Deeper and deeper plunge in light.

Though scarcely now their laggard glance
  Reach to an arrow's flight, that day
They shall behold, and not in trance,
  The region "very far away."

If Memory sometimes at our spell
  Refuse to speak, or speak amiss,
We shall not need her where we dwell
  Ever in sight of all our bliss.

Meanwhile, if over sea or sky
  Some tender lights unnoticed fleet,
Or on loved features dawn and die,
  Unread, to us, their lesson sweet;

Yet are there saddening sights around,
  Which Heaven, in mercy, spares us too,
And we see far in holy ground,
  If duly purged our mental view.

The distant landscape draws not nigh
  For all our gazing; but the soul,
That upward looks, may still descry
  Nearer, each day, the brightening goal.

And thou, too curious ear, that fain
  Wouldst thread the maze of Harmony,
Content thee with one simple strain,
  The lowlier, sure, the worthier thee;

Till thou art duly trained, and taught
  The concord sweet of Love divine:
Then, with that inward Music fraught,
  For ever rise, and sing, and shine.