 | Poems by Thomas Odiorne . |  |
X.
Instant a song divine, too exquisiteFor human ears, (had human ears been there,)
Serenely spread along the expanse of heaven;
While, on the cloud around the holy place,
In tok'n of peace, a radiant bow appear'd,
The joy of angels, glorious to the throne!
| Poems by Thomas Odiorne . | |