Thoughts of thy destiny awake the heart

To fearful wonder ;-from the wildest state

Of darkness, raised and magnified by Heaven!
What though a troubled Spirit walk the earth,
And Fancy hear the distant war-drums roll,
Long may thy sea-domes proudly ride the waves,
And o'er the world still reign the Island Queen;
May each new year add glory to thy name,

And TIME be vanquish'd, ere he sully Thee!

ANGEL S.

SPIRITS, that with unblasted eyes behold

The GREAT ETERNAL on his throne of light!-
Dwellers in heaven! who hail'd the finish'd world,
When stars, all animate with music, sang-
Angels-descend, irradiate my mind,

And make my thoughts as beauteous as your own.

What are ye, round whose names a glory shines? Perchance, the saints of pre-existent worlds

Beatified? or emanations breathed,

Ere matter was, from the Primeval Mind?

Viewless ye are, and undefined; yet, oft

Of fancy born, what shapes of fairy mould

People the bright soul !—and when a silver lull
Of music melts along the listening heart,

Like sunshine into snow, there seem to float
Upon the spirit-gaze, ethereal things,—
Features and forms, too beautiful for words!
Are these the shadows of diviner shapes
Above?

And Nature prompts romantic dreams,

Whose revelations are too lovely, save

For haunts in heaven. When Evening wreathes the

sky

With billows of fantastic light, and o'er

The landscape, sweeter than the errant tones
From harp-strings dash'd, a host of breezes sound!

Then POESY, with INSPIRATION stands,

And from some rocky pinnacle surveys

The sun go down in glory! then the hour
When mind creates, and a seraphic throng

Are imaged, walking o'er their fields of light!

But whatsoe'er ye are, th' omnific Word Reveals, angelic ministers have been

Bright harbingers from an empyreal sphere:

When Paradise lay shining in the sun,

With all her progeny of fruits and flowers,

Immortals! oft your godlike radiance glanced

Between the garden-trees, while Earth's first pair Beheld ye coming like celestial dreams!-

And have not empires that are dead been ruled By Angels, delegates of THE SUPREME ?

Where art Thou, Archangelic One! whom he
Of Patmos with the Spirits eye foresaw?

* Revelations.