AS one by one the veils took flight, br The day withdrew, the stars came up. br The spirit issued pale and bright br Filling thy beauty like a cup. br br br Sacred thy laughter on the air, br Holy thy lightest word that fell, br Proud the innumerable hair br That waved at the enchanter's spell. br br br O, Master of the Beautiful, br Creating us from hour to hour, br Give me this vision to the full br To see in lightest things thy power. br br br This vision give, no heaven afar, br No throne, and yet I will rejoice br Knowing beneath my feet a star br Thy word in every wandering voice.