Like yon star that hangs lone in the desert of space,
An oasis of light 'mid the dark of its blue,
With the clouds of the gloomy night near on its trace,
And the ray of its brightness all dimmed by their hue:

Like yon dying star, my beloved one! I found thee,
Standing alone on the desert of earth,
While the cold and the vain threw a dark cloud around thee,
And dimmed with its shadow the light of thy birth.

But thou art all pureness, and goodness, and love;
Whatever the lineage by which thou art known,
The sire of thy soul and thy heart is above,
And from Him I receive thee, and make thee mine own.