Since first your fire gold-graced my mourning hour,
This deathless dawn, its lustre yet to fade
Breaks peace upon a heart and soul decayed
By rage, and aged by storm and shower;
How your love light gleams with gentle power
And sanctifies a broken soul betrayed;
I raise my lips in praise, my fears allayed,
Each ray, a gifted kiss, redeems the hour.
Yet captive I remain, a mind in chains
Still fettered in a cage; and though your bright beams
Grace the shadows in the cave, still such pains
Embrace and clasp the heart; yet in my dreams
Your dove-descended love melts all the chains
And leads me to the light your fire redeems.