Note 212 — 1816
Reading edition
1827.
Re-open now thy everlasting gates, Thou Fane of Holy Writ! ye classic Domes, To these glad orbs from darksome bondage freed, Unfold again your portals! Passage lies Through you to heights more glorious still, and shades More awful, where this Darling of my care, Advancing with me hand in hand, may learn, Without forsaking a too earnest world, To calm the affections, elevate the soul, 1820. And consecrate her life to truth and love.