My soul; is raying like a star, 
My heart is happier than a bird, 
And all because, through fortune's jar, 
I hear one little word. 
I feel as if all life and might 
Had started on a loftier course, 
As if all passion and delight 
Were deepened at the source. 

I feel as if the very air 
Was breathed from out the heart of love, 
And in my heart, still rapture rare, 
Sat brooding like a dove. 

O beauty! Even through a word 
What powers are thine to raise and bless! 
O love! A seraph's voice is heard 
In thy confiding Yes! 

Love is God's messenger divine, 
And nature, tending up to God, 
Shall breathe His clear air pure and fine 
Whatever love hath trod.