Written in Aid of the Leicester Lunatic Asylum, 1836

Light ye the torch, —
The torch that hath expired —
The light with which was fired
Chamber and hall and porch —
But now the house is dark,
Its inmates rove in vain,
There shines but a bewildering spark: —
Light ye the torch again!

Light ye the torch, —
It was a sacred flame —
From God in heav'n it came:
All nature ye may search
To find a fire so bright,
And ye shall search in vain:
But quenched is all its glorious light: —
Light ye the torch again!

Light ye the torch, —
The ruthless winds have blown
Its tresses up and down,
Till it did scare and scorch,
Not bless: but one fell blast
Swept howling o'er the plain,
And left all darkness as it past; —
Light ye the torch again!

Light ye the torch, —
And ye shall blessed be:
Till many a bended knee
In chamber and in church
Shall serve ye: merciful,
Mercy ye shall obtain:
Your cup of glory shall be full: —
Light ye the torch again!