Philosophy and science, and the springs Have been to me as rain unto the sands, Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes, Now to my task. Mysterious Agency! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe! Whom I have sought in darkness and in light— Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell In subtler essence ye, to whom the tops Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things I call upon ye by the written charm Which gives me power upon you-Rise! appear! If it be so.-Spirits of earth and air, [A pause. By the strong curse which is upon my soul, I do compel ye to my will.-Appear! [A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.] FIRST SPIRIT. Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, From my mansion in the cloud, своил Which the breath of twilight builds, With the azure and vermilion, Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT. Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Around his waist are forests braced, The Avalanche in his hand; But ere it fall, that thundering ball The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day; But I am he who bids it Or with its ice delay. pass, |