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I lay there in silence—a Spirit came o'er me; Man's tongue hath no language to speak what I saw; Things glorious, unearthly, pass'd floating before me, And my heart almost fainted with rapture and awe! I viewed the dread beings, around us that hover, Tho' veil'd by the mists of mortality's breath; And I called upon darkness the vision to cover, For a strife was within me of madness and death.

I saw them—the powers of the wind and the ocean, The rush of whose pinion bears onward the storms; Like the sweep of the white-rolling wave was their motion, I felt their dim presence,—but knew not their forms!