In thunder, night and day. Still by my side,

Even as a dim-seen spirit, deign to walk,

Prompter of holy thought, and type of Him,

Sleepless, immutable, omnipotent.

Mrs. Sigourney.

To thee the love of woman hath gone down;

Dark flow thy tides o’er manhood’s noble head,

O’er youth’s bright looks, and beauty’s flowery crown!

Yet must thou hear a voice—Restore the dead!

Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee:—