Yet in night’s silent watches they are near;
Their voices linger round us, as the song
Of the sweet skylark lingers on the ear."
The whole dispensation of grace is like the ladder set up on earth, whose top reached heaven, and upon which Jacob saw the angels ascending; and descending. As the Christian pilgrim in his spiritual progression mounts each round of this ladder, he finds himself in the midst of a spirit-throng ascending and descending on errands of love and mercy to him; yea, the canopy of the sky seems lined with so great a cloud, of witnesses and ministering spirits; and among them we behold our sainted friends bidding us climb on to their lofty abodes; they beckon us to themselves; their voices animate us, as they steal down upon our spirits in solemn and beautiful cadence.
"Hark! heard ye not a sound
Sweeter than wild-bird’s note, or minstrel’s lay!
I know that music well, for night and day
I hear it echoing round.
"It is the tuneful chime
Of spirit-voices!—’tis my infant band