From a clear lamp, which, as it blaz'd
Across the brow of one, who rais'd

The flame aloft, (as if to throw

Its light upon that group below)
Display'd two eyes, sparkling between
The dusky leaves, such as are seen
By fancy only, in those faces,

That haunt a poet's walk at even,
Looking from out their leafy places

Upon his dreams of love and heaven. 'Twas but a moment-the blush brought

O'er all her features at the thought

Of being seen thus, late, alone,

By any but the eyes she sought,

Had scarcely for an instant shone

Through the dark leaves when she was Gone, like a meteor that o'erhead [goneSuddenly shines, and, ere we've said,

"Look, look, how beautiful!"-'tis fled.

Yet, ere she went, the words, "I come,

"I come, my NAMA," reach'd her ear, In that kind voice, familiar, dear, Which tells of confidence, of home,Of habit, that hath drawn hearts near, Till they grow one-of faith sincere, And all that Love most loves to hear! A music, breathing of the past,

The present and the time to be, Where Hope and Memory, to the last, Lengthen out life's true harmony!

Nor long did he, whom call so kind
Summon'd away, remain behind;

Nor did there need much time to tell

What they--alas, more fall'n than he From happiness and heaven--knew well, His gentler love's short history!

Thus did it run-not as he told

The tale himself, but as 'tis grav'd Upon the tablets that, of old,

By CHAM were from the deluge sav'd, All written over with sublime

And saddening legends of the' unblest, But glorious Spirits of that time,

And this young Angel's 'mong the rest.

M

THIRD ANGEL'S STORY.

Among the Spirits, of pure flame,

That round the' Almighty Throne abide—

Circles of light, that from the same

Eternal centre sweeping wide,

Carry its beams on every side, (Like spheres of air that waft around

The undulations of rich sound)

Till the far-circling radiance be

Diffus'd into infinity!

First and immediate near the Throne,

As if peculiarly God's own,

The Seraphs stand-this burning sign
Trac'd on their banner, "Love Divine!"

The Seraphim are the Spirits of Divine Love.-See Note.

Their rank, their honours, far above

Ev'n those to high-brow'd Cherubs given, Though knowing all-so much doth Love Transcend all Knowledge, ev'n in heaven!

'Mong these was ZARAPH once-and none
E'er felt affection's holy fire,

Or yearn'd towards the' Eternal One,
With half such longing, deep desire.
Love was to his impassion 'd soul

Not, as with others, a mere part
Of its existence, but the whole-
The

very life-breath of his heart!

Often, when from the' Almighty brow
A lustre came, too bright to bear,

And all the seraph ranks would bow
Their heads beneath their wings, nor dare

To look upon the' effulgence there