I find my old accustomed place among

My brethren, here, perchance, no human tongue

Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung,

Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung

Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane!

There, syllabled by silence, let me hear

The still small voice which reached the prophets ear;

Read in my heart a still diviner law

Than Israel's leader on his tables saw!

here let…