O, My Father
O my Father, thou that dwellest in the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence, and again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation, did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood, was I nurtured by thy side?

For a wise and glorious purpose thou hast placed me here on earth,
And withheld the recollection of my former friends and birth,
Yet oft-times a secret something whispered, "You’re a stranger here;"
And I felt that I had wandered from a more exalted sphere.

I had learned to call thee Father, through thy Spirit from on high;
But until the key of knowledge was restored, I knew not why.
In the heavens are parents single? No; the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason, truth eternal tells me I’ve a mother there.

When I leave this frail existence, when I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you in your royal courts on high?
Then at length, when I’ve completed all you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation let me come and dwell with you.