(_Fourth Shepherd_)

I saw a man become a God.

O, wondrous marvels! at the thought,
The bosom's awe and reverence move;
But who such prodigies hath wrought?
What gave such wondrous birth?
'Twas love!

What called from heaven the flame divine,
Which streams in glory far above,
And bid it o'er earth's bosom shine,
And bless us with its brightness?
Love!

Who bid the glorious sun arrest
His course, and o'er heaven's concave move
In tears,--the saddest, loneliest,
Of the celestial orbs?
'Twas love!

Who raised the human race so high,
E'en to the starry seats above,
That, for our mortal progeny,
A man became a God?
'Twas love!