Arise, my first! In peerless radiance beaming

Arise, my first ! In peerless radiance beaming,
A veil of glory thou dost weave for earth :
The ocean waves to welcome thee are gleaming,
For thou alone to Beauty givest birth.

Shine forth, my second! Freshly now is flowing
The busy stream of life, and labour too ;
Each heart with ardour, base or noble glowing,
Till thou shalt close, arresting all they do.

All hail, my whole ! thou comest with rich pleasure
An angel from the land of pure delight,
The great man's blessing, and the poor man's treasure,
Our earnest of the day which knows no night.