Or view perfection in sublime excess
Of glory, such as dreams of God pourtray,
And what can emulate the Prince of Peace!
R. Montgomery.
Oh! who shall paint them—let the sweetest tone
That ever trembled on the harps of Heaven,
Be discord; let the chanting seraphim,
Whose anthem is eternity, be dumb;
For praise and wonder, adoration,—all
Melt into muteness, ere they soar to Thee,