Of earth:—ye heard the morning angels sing.
Upon that orb now o’er me quivering,
The gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise?
The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring
Above the mountain’s surge, and hailed its rise,
Lighting their lonely track with hope’s celestial dyes.
On Calvary shot down that purple eye,
When, but the soldier and the sacrifice,
All were departed.—Mount of Agony!
But Time’s broad pinion, ere the giant dies,