XVI.

Whate'er is floral on the earth To thee, O Flower, of right belongs; Whate'er is musical in mirth, Whate'er is jubilant in songs.

Childhood and springtide never cease For him thy freshness keeps from stain: Dew-drenched for him, like Gideon's fleece, The dusty paths of life remain.

Spirit of Brightness and of Bliss! Thou threaten'st none! A sinless lure, Thy fragrance and thy gladsomeness Draw on to Christ; to Christ secure.

Hope, Hope is Strength! That joy of thine To us is Glory's earliest ray! Through Faith's dim air, O star benign, Look down, and light our onward way!