III
A dimness of a glory glimmers hereThro’ veils and distance from the space remote, 30A faintest far vibration of a noteReaches to us and seems to bring us near,Causing our face to glow with braver cheer,Making the serried mist to stand afloat,Subduing langour with an antidote,And strengthening love almost to cast out fear,Till for one moment golden city wallsRise looming on us, golden walls of home,Light of our eyes until the darkness falls;Then thro’ the outer darkness burdensome 40I hear again the tender voice that calls,‘Follow me hither, follow, rise, and come.’