Seraph!
Sweet Seraph!
Oh, Seraph of wonderful beauty!
The music melted on my ear, but upward through the soft depths of the moonlit heaven soared a faint, throbbing star, and vanished at last in the middle ether. It was the sweet farewell to its “Seraph of wonderful beauty” of the praising and soaring steeple.
GENIUS.
———
BY HELEN IRVING.
———
In the sacred Hindoo Vega, is the sweet tradition found,