WHERE ABID’ST THOU, PROPHET MIGHTY?
Where abid’st thou, prophet mighty?
Whom the fiery horses drew
Skyward from the Jordan’s rivage,
Till they faded from the view,—
Past the sceptre of Uriel,
Regent of the solar fire,
Past the starry Lion couchant,
And the planet-chorded Lyre;
Till the citadels of Heaven