Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

And scorns his minstrelsy.

FROM LERMONTOF.

THE ANGEL.

Thro’ the midnight heavens an angel flew,

And a soft low song sang he,

And the moon and the stars and the rolling clouds

Heard that holy melody.

He sang of the bliss of sinless souls

’Neath the tents of Eden-bowers;

Of God—the Great One—he sang; and unfeigned