Prayer is balsam, comfort, peace,
The loss of self in Deity;
The harmony of human souls
With heaven's eternal melody!
Prayer is freedom, loss of all
That binds the soul to this poor clod;
So that no words, nor forms, nor thoughts
Stand darkening between her and God!
Mysterious, and yet so bright,
It bears the soul to heaven away;
'Tis like a slumbering at the source,
And yet a waking into day.