Thotmor-The Sphinx

"When the dance of the Shadow at daylight is done,And the cheeks of the Morning are red with the Sun;When at eve, in his glory, he sinks from the view,And calls up his planets to blaze in the blue,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer,

"When the beautiful bend of the Bow is above,Like a collar of light on the bosom of Love,When the moon in her brightness is floating on high,Like a Banner of silver hung out in the Sky,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer.

"In the depths of the darkness unvaried in hue,When shadows are veiling the breast of the blue,When the voice of the Tempest at midnight is still,And the Spirit of Solitude sobs on the hill,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer.

"In the dawn of the morning when Nature's awake,And calls up her Chorus to chaunt in the brake,'Mid the voice of the echo unbound in the woods,'Midst the warbling of streams, and the foaming of floods,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer.

"Where by the pure streamlet the pale lily bends,Like Hope o'er the grave of affectionate friends,When each star in the sky to the bright fancy seemsLike an island of light, in an ocean of dreams,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer.

"When the Tempest is treading the paths of the deep,And the Thunder is up from his cloud-cradled sleep,When the Hurricane sweeps o'er the earth in his wrath,And leaveth the footprints of God in his path,Then pour out thy spirit in prayer."