Oh! beautiful ascending, and descending,
Were your bright footsteps ’twixt the earth and sky;
Celestial visitants, in love attending
On the tired trav’ler, to whose dreaming eye
Came radiant glimpses of that far Elysian,
Whose glories now are hid to mortal vision.
A gleam of pinions—solemn harmonies —
The stony pillow—the dim haunted sod —
And to the sleeper—what dread mysteries
Awe his high heart? How sinks the Voice of God