And in Life's noisiest hour, br There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, br The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. br br br You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; br And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart br Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ; br You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, br Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve br On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. br And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, br How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.