When offered, at latest, will take.
Holy words are pronounced, and his brow with wet Cross,
Is sparkling with strange, wondrous light;
Whence comes It? We see by that awe-stricken face
That no longer, as erst, is it night.
There are moments in life, when, from earthly thoughts freed,
To our sight purer vision is given;
Can we doubt that bright Presence—the Angel of Life—
As It floats thro’ the air, is from Heaven?
White Wings are extended—no poet’s mere dream—