 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
THE SONG OF SERALIM.
A CELESTIAL MELOLOGUE.
“Break forth into joy, sing.”
—Isaiah.
—Isaiah.
RAPHAEL.
The Stars are pausing in their orbs to-night,
And silence is the concert which they hymn;
For they are rapt to dumbness with delight
Listening to hear the song of Seralim!
GABRIEL.
Myriads of Angels are assembled near,
Clad in white garments, whiter than pure snow,
From all Heaven's flowery realms afar to hear
Oceans of music from his sweet lips flow.
124
For, as the Stars drink glory from the Sun,
And without which they soon would cease to shine—
So do the Angels from that Holy One
In Heaven draw theirs, which makes them so divine.
CHORUS OF ANGELS
IN HEAVEN.
From thy celestial lyre,
O! Seralim!
Scatter through Heaven the radiant notes of fire!
And from thy soul-uplifting tongue,
In concert with each golden wire,
Pour forth the living tide of song—
The sweetest, holiest hymn
That ever Angel sung!
SERALIM
SINGS.
Praise God, ye Angels of the Heavens above!
Praise Him, ye Seraphs who can never die!
And you, Archangels! whose delight is love,
Thunder your anthems through eternity!
Praise Him, ye Seraphs who can never die!
And you, Archangels! whose delight is love,
Thunder your anthems through eternity!
Let the uncounted Realms of endless Space
Join in their orbits to unite in praise—
(Whose light is the reflection of His face—)
Loving aloud the Ancient One of Days!
Join in their orbits to unite in praise—
(Whose light is the reflection of His face—)
Loving aloud the Ancient One of Days!
Lift up your voices, Children of the Earth!
Praise God, ye Spirits of the countless spheres!
And you, ye Habitants of Heaven! pour forth
The tide of song through Heaven's eternal years!
Praise God, ye Spirits of the countless spheres!
And you, ye Habitants of Heaven! pour forth
The tide of song through Heaven's eternal years!
Fill up the canopy of Heaven above
With song's immortal, everlasting sea;
And drown the Stars in one wide sea of love
Poured forth in praises to the Deity.
With song's immortal, everlasting sea;
And drown the Stars in one wide sea of love
Poured forth in praises to the Deity.
125
IN HEAVEN.
Above all that Archangel ever taught,
Rapt in the highest bliss of Heaven divine—
Second alone to Him the Cause of thought—
O! Seralim! was that sweet song of thine!
Oak Grove, Ga., 1836.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |