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And lost themselves, yet dare to feel To many a thought that else had lain
And pray for that poor mortal one. Unfledged and mute among the Alas, too well, too well they know
chords. The pain, the penitence, the woe That Passion brings down on the best, All started at the sound—but chief The wisest and the loveliest.
The third young Angel, in whose face, Oh, who is to be saved, if such
Though faded like the others, grief Bright erring souls are not forgiven ? Had left a gentler, holier trace; So loth they wander, and so much As if, even yet, through pain and ill, Their very wanderings lean towards Hope had not quit him-as if still Leaven!
Her precious pearl in sorrow's cup, Again I cry, Just God, transfer
Unmelted at the bottom lay, That creature's sufferings all to me- To shine again, when, all drunk up, Mine, mine the guilt, the torment be
The bitterness should pass away. To save one minute's pain to her,
Chiefly did he, though in his eyes Let mine last all eternity!
There shone more pleasure than sur
prise, Turn to the wood, from whence that
sound He paused, and to the earth bent down
Of solitary sweetness broke, His throbbing head; while they, who Then listening, looked delighted round felt
To his bright peers, while thus it That agony as 'twere their own,
spoke :Those angel youths, beside him knelt, Come, pray with me, my seraph love, And, in the night's still silence there,
My angel lord, come pray with me ; While mournfully each wandering air Played in those plumes, that never more To send one holy prayer above
In vain to night my lip hath strove To their lost hoine in heaven must soar, The knee may bend, the lip may move, Breathed inwarılly the voiceless prayer, Unheard by all but Mercy's ear
But pray I cannot without thee!
I've fed the altar in my bower And which if Mercy did not hear, Oh, God would not be what this bright I've sheltered it from wind and shower,
With droppings from the incense tree; And glorious universe of his,
But dim it burns the livelong hour, This world of beauty, goodness, light, As if, like me, it had no power And endless love, proclaims He is!
Of life or lustre, without thee! Not long they knelt, when, from a wood. A boat at midnight sent alone That crowned that airy solitude,
To drift upon the moonless sea, They heard a low, uncertain sound,
A lute, whose leading chord is grae,
A wounded bird, that hath but one As from a lute, that just had found Some happy there, and murmured Imperfect wing to soar upon, round
Are like what I am without thee! The new-born fancy-with fond tone, Like that of ringdove o'er her brood / Then ne'er, my spirit-love, divide,
In life or death, thyself from me ; Scarce thinking aught su sweet its own! But when again, in sunny pride, Till soon a voice that matched as well
Thou walk'st through Eden, let me glide, That gentle instrument, as suits
A prostrate shadow, by thy sideThe sea-air to an ocean-shell
Oh, happier thus than without thee! (So kiu its spirit to the lute's), Tremblingly followed the soft strain, The song had ceased, when from the Interpreting its joy, its pain,
wood And lending the light wings of words; Where curving down that airy height, It reached the spot on which they
THIRD ANGEL'S STORY. stoodThere suddenly shone out a light
Among the Spirits, of pure flame, From a clear lamp, which, as it blazed
That round the Almighty Throne Across the brow of one who raised
abide The flame aloft (as if to throw
Circles of light, that from the same Its light upon that group below),
Eternal centre sweeping wide, Displayed two eyes, sparkling between
Carry its beams on every side The dusky leaves, such as are seen
(Like spheres of air that waft around · By fancy only, in those faces,
The undulations of rich sound), That haunt a poet's walk at even,
Till the far-circling radiance be Looking from out their leafy places
Diffused into infinity! Upon his dreams of love and heaven. First and immediate near the Throne 'Twas buta moment-the blush, brought As if peculiarly God's own, O'er all her features at the thought
The Seraphs stand—this burning sigu Of being seen thus late, alone,
Traced on their banner, ‘Love Divine !' By any but the eyes she sought,
Their rank, their honours, far above Had scarcely for an instant shone
Even those to high-browed Cherubs Through the dark leaves when she
given, was gone
Though knowing all—so much doth
Transcend all knowledge, even in
heaven! Look, look, how beautiful!'—'tis fled. Yet, ere she went, the words, 'I come,
'Mong these was Zaraph once--and none
E'er felt affection's holy fire,
Or yearned towards the Eternal One,
With half such lovging, deep desire. Which tells of confidence, of home,Of habit, that hath drawn hearts near,
Love was to his 'mpassioned soul
Not, as with others, a mere part Till they grow one-of faith sincere,
Of its existence, but the wholeAnd all that Love most loves to hear !
The very life-breath of his heart ! A music, breathing of the past,
Often, when from the Almighty brow The present, and the time to be,
A lustre came too bright to bear, Where Hope and Memory, to the last,
And all the seraph ranks would bow Lengthen out life's true harmony !
Their heads beneath their wings, nor
dare Nor long did he, whom call so kind To look upon the effulgence thereSummoned away, remain behind ; This Spirit's eyes would court the blaze Nor did there need much time to tell
(Such pride he in adoring took), What they-alas, more fallen than he And rather lose, in that one gaze, From happiness and heaven-knew well, The power of looking than not look! His gentler love's short history! Then, too, when angel voices sung
The mercy of their God, and strung Thus did it run-not as he told
Their harps to hail, with welcome sweet, The tale himself, but as 'tis graved The moment, watched for by all eyes, Upon the tablets that, of old,
When some repentant sinner's feet By Cham were from the deluge saved, First touched the threshold of the All written over with sublime
skies, And saddening legends of the unblest Oh then how clearly did the voice But glorious spirits of that time, Of Zaraph above all rejoice! And this young Angel's 'mong the Love was in every buoyant tone, rest.
Such love as only could belong
To the blest angels, and alone All this she sung, and such a soul Could, even from angels, bring such Of piety was in that song,
That the charmed Angel, as it stole Alas, that it should e'er have been Tenderly to his ear, along,
The same in heaven as it is here, Those lulling waters, where he lay Where nothing fond or bright is seen, Watching the day-light's dying ray,
But it hath pain and peril near- Thought 'twas à voice from out the Where right and wrong so close resemble,
An echo that some spirit gave That what we take for virtue's thrill To Eden's distant harmony, Is often the first downward tremble Heard faint and sweet beneath the sea !
Of the heart's balance into ill
Quickly, however, to its source,
He saw upon the golden sand
Of the sea-shore a maiden stand,
Before whose feet the expiring waves 60 was it with that Angel—such
Flung their last tribute with a sighThe charm that sloped his fall along As, in the East, exhausted slaves From good to ill, from loving much,
Lay down the far-brought gift, and Too easy lapse, to loving wrong.
dieEven so that amorous Spirit, bound
And, while her lute hung by her, By beauty's spell, where'er'twas found,
hushed, From the bright things above the moon,
As if unequal to the tide Down to earth's beaming eyes de Of song, that from her lips still gushed, scended,
She raised, like one beatified, Till love for the Creator soon
Those eyes, whose light seemed rather In passion for the creature ended !
To be adored than to adore'Twas first at twilight, on the shore Such eyes as may have looked from Of the smooth sea, he heard the lute
heaven, And voice of her he loved steal o'er
But ne'er were raised to it before ! The silver waters, that lay mute, As loth, by even a breath, to stay
Oh Love, Religion, Music-all
That's left of Eden upon earth-
The only blessings, since the fall
Of our weak souls, that still recall Till lost among the light that shone
A trace of their high glorious birthFar off beyond the ocean's brim
How kindred are the
dreams you bring ! There, where the rich cascade of day Had, o'er the horizon's golden rim,
How Love, though unto earth so Into Elysium rolled away!
prone, Of God she sung, and of the mild
Delights to take Religion's wing, Attendant Mercy, that beside
When time or grief hath stained his His awful throne for ever smiled,
own ! Ready with her white hand, to guide
How near to Love's beguiling brink, His bolts of vengeance to their
Too oft, entranced Religion lies !
preyThat she might quench them on the way!
While Music, Music is the link Of Peace--of that Atoning Love,
They both still hold by to the skes, Upon whose star, shining above
The language of their native sphere,
Which they had else forgotten here. This twilight world of hope and fear,
The weeping eyes of Faith are fixed How then could Zaraph fail to feel So fond, that with her every tear
That moment's witcheries -one so The light of that love-staris mixed !- fair
Breathing out music that might steal Even bliss was humbled by the thought, Heaven from itself, and rapt in prayer • What claim have I to be so blessed ?' That seraphs might be proud to share ! Still less could maid so meek have nursed Oh, he did feel it-far too well- Desire of knowledge—that vain thirst With warmth that much too dearly With which the sex hath all been cursed, cost;
From luckless Eve to her who near Nor knew he, when at last he fell, The Tabernacle stole, to hear To which attraction, to which spell, The secrets of the Angels-00
Love, Music, or Devotion, most To love as her own seraph loved,
His soul in that sweet hour was lost. With Faith, the same through bliss and Sweet was the hour, though dearly won, Faith that, were even its light re
And pure, as aught of earth could be, moved,
And wait till it shone out again-
Sees sunny Good half breaking Which, when it dies, no second vow through !
Can bid a new one bloom out there- This deep, relying Love, worth more Blest union ! by that angel wove, In heaven than all a cherub's lore-
And worthy from such hands to come; This Faith, more sure than aught be. Safe, sole asylum, in which Love,
side, When fallen or exiled from above, Was the sole joy, ambition, pride, In this dark world can find a home. Of her fond heart—the unreasonin
scope And, though the Spirit had trans- Of all its viewe, above, below gressed,
So true she felt it that to hope, Had, from his station 'mong the blessed, To trust, is happier than to know. Won down by woman's smile, allowed
Terrestrial passion to breathe o'er And thus in humbleness they trod, The mirror of his heart, and cloud Abashed, but pure before their God,
God's image, there so bright before- Nor e'er did earth behold a sight Yet never did that God look down So meekly beautiful as they,
On error with a brow so mild ; When, with the altar's holy light Never did justice launch a frown Full on their brows, they knelt to That, ere it fell, so nearly smiled.
pray, For gentle was their love, with awe Hand within hand, and side by side,
And trembling like a treasure kept, Two links of love, awhile untied That was not theirs by holy law, From the great chain above, but fast Whose beauty with remorse they saw, Holding together to the lastAnd o'er whose preciousness they Two fallen Splendors from that tree wept.
Which buds with such eternally, Humility, that low, sweet root, Shaken to earth, yet keeping all From which all heavenly virtues shoot, Their light and freshness in the fall. Was in the hearts of both- but most
In Nama's heart, by whom alone Their only punishment (as wrong, Those charms, for which a heaven was However sweet, must bear its brand), lost,
Their only doom was this—that, long Seemed all unvalued and unknown; As the green earth and ocean stand, And when her Seraph's eyes she caught, They both shall wander here—the same
And bid hers glowing on his breast, Throughoutall time in heartand frame
Still looking to that goal sublime, Rise up rewarded for their trust
springs, Pilgrims of Love, whose way is Time, And, shaking off earth's soiling dust Whose home is in Eternity!
From their emancipated wings, Subject, the while, to all the strife Wander for ever through those skies True love encounters in this life- Of radiance, where Love never dies ! The wishes, hopes, he breathes in vain;
The chill, that turns his warmest sighs In what lone region of the earth
These pilgrims now may roam cr The doubt he feeds on, and the pain
dwell, That in his very sweetness lies. God and the Angels, who look forth Still worse, the illusions that betray
To watch their steps, alone can teli, His footsteps to their shining brink; But should we, in our wanderings, That tempt him, on his desert way
Meet a young pair, whose beauty Through the bleak world, to bend and
But the adornment of bright wings Where nothing meets his lips, alas,
To look like heaven's inhabitantsBut he again must sighing pass
Who shine where'er they tread, and yet On to that far-off home of peace,
Are humble in their earthly lot, In which alone his thirst will cease.
As is the wayside violet,
That shines unseen, and were it not All this they bear, but, not the less, For its sweet breath would beiorgotHave moments rich in happiness -
Whose hearts in every thought are one, Blest meetings, after many a day
Whose voices utter the same wills, Of widowhood past far away,
Answering as Echo doth, some tone When the loved face again is seen Of fairy music ’mong the hills, Close, close, with not a tear between - So like itself, we seek in vain Confidings frank, without control, Which is the echo, which the strainPoured mutually from soul to soul; Whose piety is love-whose love, As free from any fear or doubt
Though close as 'twere their souls'
To be by them shed back again !-- Like two fair mirrors, face to face,
Is heaven's reflection, not their ownEach with its own existence parts, Should we e'er meet with aught so pure,
To find a new one, happier far ! So perfect here, we may be sure Such are their joys-and, crowning all, There is but one such pair below;
That blessed hope of the bright hour, And, as we bless them'on their way When, happy and no more to fall, Through the world's wilderness, mas Their spirits shall, with freshened say, power,
“There Zaraph and his Nama go.'