O Lord! who seest, from yon starry height <br />Centred in one the future and the past <br />Fashioned in thine own image, see <br />The world obscures in me what once was bright! <br />Eternal Sun! the warmth which thou hast given, <br />To cheer life's flowery April, fast decays; <br />Yet in the hoary winter of my days, <br />For ever green shall be my trust in Heaven. <br />Celestial King! Oh let thy presence pass <br />Before my spirit, and an image fair <br />Shall meet that look of mercy from on high, <br />As the reflected image in a glass <br />Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, <br />And owes its being to the gazer's eye.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-image-of-god-from-the-spanish-of-francisco-de-aldana/
