Prayer is balsam, comfort, peace,
⁠The loss of self in Deity;
The harmony of human souls
⁠With heaven's eternal melody!

Prayer is freedom, loss of all
⁠That binds the soul to this poor clod;
So that no words, nor forms, nor thoughts
⁠Stand darkening between her and God!

Mysterious, and yet so bright,
⁠It bears the soul to heaven away;
'Tis like a slumbering at the source,
⁠And yet a waking into day.