Lord of my heart's elation,
 Spirit of things unseen,
 Be thou my aspiration
 Consuming and serene!
 Bear up, bear out, bear onward
 This mortal soul alone,
 To selfhood or oblivion,
 Incredibly thine own,?
 As the foamheads are loosened
 And blown along the sea,
 Or sink and merge forever
 In that which bids them be.

 I, too, must climb in wonder,
 Uplift at thy command,?
 Be one with my frail fellows
 Beneath the wind's strong hand,

 A fleet and shadowy column
 Of dust or mountain rain,
 To walk the earth a moment
 And be dissolved again.

 Be thou my exaltation
 Or fortitude of mien,
 Lord of the world's elation,
 Thou breath of things unseen!