from conscience and Divine justice, with which impurity, pride, and presumptuous inquiry into the awful secrets of God, are sure to be visited. The beautiful story of Cupid and Psyche owes its chief charm to this sort of " veiled meaning," and it has been my wish (however I may have failed in the attempt) to communicate the same moral interest to the following pages. THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS. 'Twas when the world was in its prime, Told his first birth-days by the sun; 'Twixt man and Heaven her curtain yet! When earth lay nearer to the skies Than in these days of crime and woe, In the mid-air, angelic eyes Alas, that Passion should profane, Even then, that morning of the earth! Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth— One evening, in that time of bloom, Three noble youths conversing lay; Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord, Of Heaven they spoke, and, still more oft, Till, yielding gradual to the soft For Woman's smile he lost the skies. The First who spoke was one, with look A Spirit of light mould, that took That circle out through endless space, And o'er whose wings the light from Him In the great centre falls most dim. Still fair and glorious, he but shone Among those youths th' unheavenliest one I. |