And o’er her soul its wealth of music poured.
We all have felt such wakenings; in our hearts’
Deep treasure cells is many a gift from Heaven,
To the commissioned spirit, ere it starts
Upon earth’s pilgrimage, by seraph’s given,
To cheer life’s shadows, and illume its shrine.
With fadeless tokens of our birth divine.
Sealed and forgot they lie, till some blest gleam,
Or sacred note steal down those seals to break —
As roses, kissed to life by day’s fond beam,