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I. of brighter worlds! that rise at times As phantoms with ideal beauty fraught, In those brief visions of celestial climes Which pass like sunbeams o'er the realms of thought, Dwell ye around us?—are ye hovering nigh, Throned on the cloud, or buoyant in the air? And in deep solitudes, where human eye Can trace no step, Immortals! are ye there? Oh! who can tell?—what power, but Death alone, Can lift the mystic veil that shades the world unknown!

II. But Earth hath seen the days, ere yet the flowers Of Eden wither'd, when reveal'd ye shone In all your brightness midst those holy bowers— Holy, but not unfading, as your own! While He, the child of that primeval soil, With you its paths in high communion trode, His glory yet undimm'd by guilt or toil, And beaming in the image of his God, And his pure spirit glowing from the sky, Exulting in its light, a spark of Deity.

III. Then, haply, mortal and celestial lays, Mingling their tones, from nature's temple rose, When nought but that majestic song of praise Broke on the sanctity of night's repose, With music since unheard: and man might trace By stream and vale, in deep embow'ring shade,