Hence , doubts of darkness! I am not mine own,
But ransomed by the King of that bright host:
In him my just humility shall boast,
And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne
Yes, world of light—when by the booming sea
At eve I loiter on this shingly coast,
In seeming idleness—I gaze on thee
(I know not which—but one), fated to be
My glorious heritage, my heavenly home,
A temple and a paradise for me,
Whence my celestial form at will may roam
To other worlds, unthought and unexplored,
Whose atmosphere is bliss and liberty,
The palaces and gardens of the Lord!