I gazed upon thy face--and beating life, br Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast br And every thought whose being was a strife br Each in its silent chamber sank to rest; br I was not, save it were a thought of thee, br The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod, br From every star thy glance seemed fix on me, br Almost I loved thee better than my God. br And still I gaze--but ‘tis a holier thought br Than that in which my spirit lived before, br Each star a purer ray of love has caught, br Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore, br And every lamp that burns around thy shrine br I fed with fire whose fountain is Divine.