Them, as a tomb, and solemn twilight’s reign
Broodeth o’er Heaven’s ensanguined battle-plain.
Thus, change the scenes of thy great drama, Life!
Love, Hate, Pride—the fever-dreams
Of restless energies, warring with the strife
Of bigot Ignorance; while brightly gleams
The radiant light of Hope! Ah! are not all
These passions mirrored from our hearts, in those
We love and influence?—ever may their thrall
Be like the secret fount the lap-wing knows,[[3]]