Gleamed forth before him, where the voice of Song
Slept like its spirit in a singing shell.
His light caressing pinion swept its chords,
And Joy’s bird-carol—Hope’s aerial tone—
Pride’s sounding anthem—and the pæan wild
Of young Ambition rolled in glory forth.
He breathed upon it—and anon there swelled
(As tears will gush from rapture-laden hearts)
Her pure religion’s diapason deep;—
Sweet under-tones of dreamy melancholy—