Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers, both ancient and modern

by Various

Looks from departed eyes—

These are my lightnings! fill'd with anguish vain,

Or tenderness too precious to sustain,

They smite with agonies.

I that with soft control,

Shut the dim violet, hush the woodland song,

I am the avenging one! the arm'd, the strong,

The searcher of the soul.

I that shower dewy light