The light of prophecy reflected lies.
The mystic vision of the Apocalypse
Thy pen of fire sublimely did record:
But most we love His lessons from thy lips—
John, thou beloved disciple of the Lord!
II.—MERCY’S DREAM.
Like thee to dream, by angel-wings unshaded!
The starry crown hangs o’er thy meek young head,
Flinging a glory round thee, like the braided
And brilliant tints by a rich sunset shed.