Then, fainting soul, arise and sing;
Mount, but be sober on the wing;
Mount up, for heaven is won by prayer,
Be sober, for thou art not there.
Till death the weary spirit free,
Thy God hath said 'tis good for thee
To walk by faith, and not by sight,
Take it on trust a little while;
Soon thou shalt read the mystery right
In the full sunshine of his smile.
--John Keble.