University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

XXXIX.

A moment, all was silence;—then a sound,
A mighty, fluttering sound broke on the ear;
And through the dark profound
A thousand souls drew near.
On rapid wings they urged their devious way,
From realms of endless night, to realms of ceaseless day.
And as they sped from pain set free
They sang;—while long vibrations roll
There rushed upon the raptured soul
A flood of sweetest song,—a tide of melody.