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.