Such glory that eminent sunrise hath risen,
Upon jungle tree that Africa name,
Teeming with leaves that color imprison,
Nocturnal glow all creatures n’er tame;
Presence divine that shadow awaken
With beauty held high tis heavenly grace,
And hence the lonely bush hath mistaken,
That lurks within to ease what pain this face
Even when rain did nearly flood the mind
Amid the brush such thought surrounds mine peace;
Tis thee, I love! Thou this paradise find;
As wilderness be lost hath giv’n new life’s lease.
Hitherto, if thine heart in mine release,
Such loud strain, that world all comfort ne’r cease.