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368 Light doth mighty sounds beget! Pealing loud as rolling thunder, Eye and ear it fills with wonder, Though itself unconscious yet Downward steals it, 'mongst the flowers Seeking deeper, stiller bowers, 'Mongst the foliage, neath the rock; Thou'lt be deafened by the shock!

FROM FAUST—SECOND PART.

spirit-region's noble limb Hath 'scaped the Archfiend's power; For we have strength to rescue him Who labours every hour. And if he feels within his breast A ray of love from heaven, He's met by all the squadron blest With welcome gladly given.

Yonder roses, from the holy Hands of penitents so lowly, Helped to render us victorious, And to do the deed all-glorious; For they gained us this soul-treasure. Evil ones those roses banished, Devils, when we met them, vanished. Spirits felt love's pangs with pleasure,