And still away--away-in floods of sound,

Th' unseen musician, sitting at his keys,
Transported me, a willing auditor,

Where'er his fancy would. The deep, full tones
Grew deeper, fuller, louder, more sublime,

Until the waves of music swoll to seas,

Whose angry billows, white with crests of foam,
Rush'd in impetuous thunder on the land.

The Moon withdrew her splendour from the clouds,
And hid herself in darkness; the wind rose,
And roar'd in chorus with th' exulting Sea,

Who answer'd it with thunders of her own.
Rain, hail, and sleet, and avalanche of spray
Broke in succession; wind, and sea, and sky,—
Octave on octave-burst in worlds of sound,
The mighty discords clashing evermore,
Only to melt and fuse in harmonies.

Anon the lightning flash'd upon the dark,
And thunders rattled o'er the cloudy vault,

As if the chariots of the heavenly host

Drove to the judgment-seat, and Earth's last day Were sounded by the trumpets of the spheres.

The echoes roll'd through the cathedral aisles,
And died in silence. Lo! the round, full moon
Peer'd from the bosom of a rifted cloud;

The wind sank low-the raging seas grew calm-
While loud, clear voices, from the upper air,
Sang in sweet harmonies, "The Lord is great,
His loving-kindness lasts for evermore."

125

MEOPS.

I.

MEOPS lived; a mighty man;

Had two castles by the sea,

Parks in half a dozen shires,

Hill and hollow, croft and lea,
Horses, hounds, and fallow deer,
Fifty thousand pounds a year,
Lands in mortgage and in fee;
Splendid Meops!-Envy's mark!-

Taper shining through the dark!—

Mighty man was he!

II.

Meops died-the great and high,-
Left his castles by the sea;

Left his horses, hounds, and hawks,

Lands in mortgage and in fee;

Left his flatterers, jesters, fools,

Toadies, parasites, and tools;

Left his wife and children three:

But when mighty Meops died,

Not one living creature sigh'd;

Little man was he!

127

BEAUTY AND LOVE.

BEAUTY and Love, and are they not the same?
The one is both-and both are but the one-

Pervasive they of all around the sun;

Of one same essence, differing but in name.
Lo! when pure Love lights his immortal flame,

He, and all Earth and Heaven in Beauty shine ;—
And when true Beauty shows her face divine,
Love permeates the universal frame.

Holy of holies-mystery sublime!

Who truly loves is beautiful to see,

And scatters Beauty wheresoe'er he goes.
They fill all space-they move the wheels of Time
And evermore from their dread Unity,

Through all the firmaments, Life's ocean flows.