Dark and terrific in th' apostles' eyes,
And spreads its curtains round, beneath, above;
And from that gloom a voice is heard most loud—
"This is my Son, who came from upper skies,
My Son beloved, hear ye Him and love!"
47. SLEEPERS IN THE GRAVE-YARD. [(notes)]
In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreen
How many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,
Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,