# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Prayer of the Lonely Student

PRAYER OF THE LONELY STUDENT.
Soul of our souls! and safeguard of the world! Sustain—Thou only canst—the sick at heart, Restore their languid spirits, and recall Their lost affections unto thee and thine. Wordsworth.
Night—holy night!—the time For mind's free breathings in a purer clime! Night!—when in happier hour the unveiling sky Woke all my kindled soul, To meet its revelations, clear and high, With the strong joy of immortality!
Now hath strange sadness wrapp'd me—strange and deep— And my thoughts faint, and shadows o'er them roll, E'en when I deem'd them seraph-plumed, to sweep Far beyond earth's control.
Wherefore is this?—I see the stars returning, Fire after fire in Heaven's rich temple burning— Fast shine they forth—my spirit friends, my guides, Bright rulers of my being's inmost tides; They shine—but faintly, through a quivering haze— Oh! is the dimness mine which clouds those rays? They from whose glance my childhood drank delight! A joy unquestioning—a love intense— They, that unfolding to more thoughtful sight, The harmony of their magnificence, Drew silently the worship of my youth To the grave sweetness on the brow of truth;
Shall they shower blessing, with their beams divine, Down to the watcher on the stormy sea, And to the pilgrim toiling for his shrine Through some wild pass of rocky Appennine,
And to the wanderer lone On wastes of Afric thrown,  And not to me? Am I a thing forsaken, And is the gladness taken
Through realms by royal eagle ne'er explor'd, And, bathing there in streams of fiery light, Found strength to gaze upon the Infinite?
And now an alien!—Wherefore must this be?
How shall I rend the chain? How drink rich life again
Father of Spirits! let me turn to thee!
Oh! if too much exulting in her dower,  My soul, not yet to lowly thought subdued, Hath stood without thee on her hill of power—  A fearful and a dazzling solitude!— And therefore from that haughty summit's crown, To dim desertion is by thee cast down; Behold! thy child submissively hath bow'd— Shine on him through the cloud!
Let the now darken'd earth and curtain'd heaven Back to his vision with thy face be given!
Bear him on high once more, But in thy strength to soar,
Forth on the empyreal blaze to look with chasten'd sight.
Or if it be, that like the ark's lone dove, My thoughts go forth, and find no resting-place, No sheltering home of sympathy and love, In the responsive bosoms of my race,
And back return, a darkness and a weight, Till my unanswer'd heart grows desolate— Yet, yet sustain me, Holiest!—I am vow'd To solemn service high; And shall the spirit, for thy tasks endow'd, Sink on the threshold of the sanctuary, Fainting beneath the burden of the day,
Because no human tone, Unto the altar-stone,
Where it should make eternal truth its mate, May cheer the sacred solitary way?
Oh! be the whisper of thy voice within Enough to strengthen! Be the hope to win A more deep-seeing homage for thy name, Far, far beyond the burning dream of fame! Make me thine only!—Let me add but one To those refulgent steps all undefiled, Which glorious minds have piled
Thro' bright self-offering, earnest, child-like, lone,
For mounting to thy throne! And let my soul, upborne On wings of inner morn,
Of that blest work, its own high recompense.
The dimness melts away, That on your glory lay,
Through the dissolving veil, Which made each aspect pale,
And once again a shower Of hope, and joy, and power,
And, if that splendour to my sobered sight Come tremulous, with more of pensive light— Something, though beautiful, yet deeply fraught, With more that pierces thro' each fold of thought
Than I was wont to trace On Heaven's unshadowed face—
Unto a radiant ministry, yet still A lowly, fearful, self-distrusting heart; Bow'd before thee, O Mightiest! whose blest will All the pure stars rejoicingly fulfil.