Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 37 1835.pdf/7



And then a glorious mountain-chain uprose, Height above spiry height! A soaring solitude of woods and snows, All steep'd in golden light! While as it pass'd, those regal peaks unveiling, I heard, methought, a waving of dread wings And mighty sounds, as if the vision hailing, From lyres that quiver'd through ten thousand strings: Or as if waters forth to music leaping.

From many a cave, the Alpine Echo's hall, On their bold way victoriously were sweeping, Link'd in majestic anthems; while through all That billowy swell and fall, Voices, like ringing crystal, fill'd the air With inarticulate melody, that stirr'd    My being's core; then, moulding into word Their piercing sweetness, bade me rise and bear In that great choral strain my trembling part Of tones, by Love and Faith struck from a human heart.

Return no more, vain bodings of the night! A happier oracle within my soul Hath swell'd to power;—a clear unwavering light Mounts through the battling clouds that round me roll, And to a new control Nature's full harp gives forth rejoicing tones, Wherein my glad sense owns Th' accordant rush of elemental sound To one consummate harmony profound; One grand Creation-Hymn, Whose notes the Seraphim Lift to the glorious height of music wing'd and crown'd.

And the sky’s temple-arch o'erflows with God?