Entreat for me the Prince of Light,
That I may reach his happy land.
[2] The idea in the first four lines of this piece was borrowed from a beautiful passage occurring in a biographical sketch of a late distinguished poet.
PAN AND LAÏS.
I.
Once on a time, grown tired of shepherd’s fare,
From hilly Arcady with swift descent,
Rough Pan in tunic wove of subtile air,
Invisible to sacred Corinth went;