From Poetry of Real Life: To Wordsworth

Thro' clouds and darkness to meridian height
Of glory, thou hast upward climbed, and now
In empyrean blue, with cloudless brow
Look'st o'er a prospect clear and infinite —
Rejoicing by, rejoicing in, thy light!
The vapours, which at first would not allow
Full view of thee, are gone, we know not how;
Absorbed into thy splendour, and thy might!
And now, great spirit, thou unto thy close
Art hastening, and trails of glory make
The heavens gorgeous for thy repose —
Thou hast made day for all men to partake,
And having thought of others and their woes,
Shalt be remembered now for thy own sake.