Yet, welcome all!-If ever thought of mine

Hath woo'd a spirit into calm divine,

Expanded feelings, purified their flow,

Or shed a sunbeam o'er an hour of woe,-
My soul shall triumph o'er exhaustless pain,
And proudly think it has not liv'd in vain!

There is a world, to drown a world like this
In one bright depth of uncreated bliss!

And dreamlike shadows of that world remain

To awe our nature with majestic pain.

As the pale spirit of departed sun

Broods on the waters when the day is done,

Undying hues of some forgotten world,

From which primeval Nature hath been hurl'd,

To man's oblivion,-tinge the soul within

With solemn light, beyond the gloom of sin!—

Beneath the glory of Eternal wings

When Heaven resounds, and Earth's hosannah rings,

If in the splendour of that choral scene

A chastening memory of what has been

May still endure,-when Souls to Souls relate

The toils that ruffled their terrestrial state,

How vision-like will this vast world be thought,
And all we worship,-prov'd a dream of nought!

Ye midnight heav'ns! magnificently hung,

In ev'ry age by every poet sung,

One parting glance, oh! let my spirit take

Ere dawn-light on your awful beauty break.

SCENE ON THE ISIS.

"Yet once again shall summer barks he seen.
And harrowed waters, where their flight has been
While sounding Rapture, as her heroes speed
From Liley locks, flies glorying o'er the mead

Fubluhed 1 March 1837 in Whittaker & or London

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