1. O who keeps vigil for the wounded at heart
Whose pain exceeds all that wristlets can impart

2. Yearning for bygone days and kinship true
That poured on him like perfume soft and new

3. And memory that soothes him when fever burns
For fevered souls still for the absent yearn

4. O thread from which the trains of thought proceed
To tread the bridge imagination freed

5. God bless the age that raised you for its sake
As you the greatest succor undertake

6. You are the refuge for all souls distressed
And balm for eyes with flowing tears impressed