The breath of God, a wind from heaven's throne,
Like friendship's sweetness, and like pain's sharp strength,
O Sleep, sweet sleep, come over me.
And waft me to the land of dreams.
Where everywhere flow copious streams
I have not lived in vain, if one of men,
Who trod the earth and breathed the air with me,
Have felt the touch of man's divinity
In that rough barn we knelt, and took and ate
Simply together there the bread divine.
The body of God made flesh, and drank in wine
Not once, but often, Truth has been rewarded
With fiercest hatred, foulest calumny,
While Vice has reigned supreme, by men belauded,