Oh for the spirit which inspired of old The seer's prophetic song--the voice that spake Through Israel's warrior king. The strains that burst In thrilling tones from Zion's heaven-strung harp,...
Sinking now in floods of light, The sun resigns the world to night; When a lingering glance he turns, The glowing west with glory burns, And the blushing heavens awhile Long retain his parting smile....
There was no sound in earth or air, And soft the moonbeams smiled On stately tower and temple fair, Like mother o'er her child; And all was hushed in the deep repose...
Like the herald hope of a fairer clime, The brightest link in the chain of time, The youngest and loveliest child of day, I mingle and soften each glowing ray; Weaving together a tissue bright...