To bid the stream of erring sorrow flow:
Exalt thy eyes; you realms of light explore,
And aim to bloom where truths celestial glow!”
Corrected thus—I humbly bow’d my head:
Thrice round his breast his flaming jav’lin flies;
His radiant path eternal glories spread;
He mounts the air, and seeks the opening skies.
HUMANITY’s POWER.
How delightful the season of May,