Light doth mighty sounds beget!
Pealing loud as rolling thunder,
Eye and ear it fills with wonder,
Though itself unconscious yet.
Downward steals it,'mongst the flowers
Seeking deeper, stiller bowers,
'Mongst the foliage, 'neath the rock;
Thou'lt be deafened by the shock!
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FROM FAUST—SECOND PART.
SCENE THE LAST.
ANGELS. [Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal part of Faust.]
THE spirit-region's noble limb
Hath 'scaled the Archfiend's power;
For we have strength to rescue him
Who labours ev'ry hour.
And if he feels within his breast
A ray of love from heaven.
He's met by all the squadron blest
With welcome gladly given.