In the soft accents of his native tongue,
And in glowing imagery,
Suited to the theme,
Like that of the Immortal Dreamer’s Dream,
In Bedford’s mystic “Den,” whose fame,
He’d never heard, nor knew the “Pilgrim’s” name—
Or that Sublimer Song,
By John of old, in Patmos’ Prison sung,
To the Celestial Throng;—
Whose dazzling visions of the Throne,