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THE ANGEL OF PEACE.
Star of the East! in effulgence glowing
When Persia's magi hung upon thy beams,
And nectared streams of heaven-born ruth were flowing,
And all creation, in the dazzling gleams
Of state imperial, saw the conqu'rer come;
Star of the East! bright herald of the dove,
Thy pensive splendour lit the midnight gloom,
And cheered thy songstress in the olive grove.
When Persia's magi hung upon thy beams,
And nectared streams of heaven-born ruth were flowing,
And all creation, in the dazzling gleams
Of state imperial, saw the conqu'rer come;
Star of the East! bright herald of the dove,
Thy pensive splendour lit the midnight gloom,
And cheered thy songstress in the olive grove.
Bright Sun of Glory! kindled by the rays
Of constellations mingling through the globe,
A spotless spirit round thy halo plays,
And sunbeams flash from his full gemmed robe.
Thy veilless sheen the lurid pyres will dim
Of false devotion, and idolatry,
And sacred Ganges echo heaven's own hymn,
And the red cross, proud India's banner, fly.
Of constellations mingling through the globe,
A spotless spirit round thy halo plays,
And sunbeams flash from his full gemmed robe.
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Of false devotion, and idolatry,
And sacred Ganges echo heaven's own hymn,
And the red cross, proud India's banner, fly.
Bright Sun of Glory! lucid fires will gild
The Shach's rich calpac, and the diadem,—
The wailing war-whoop's hushed along the wild.
And loudly ring the songs of Bethlehem;
The ethnic Cachique, and the Inca proud,
Will sleep in glory's festooned cenotaph,
And, wrapt in love's immortal, jewelled shroud,
Invoke a seraph for their epitaph.
The Shach's rich calpac, and the diadem,—
The wailing war-whoop's hushed along the wild.
And loudly ring the songs of Bethlehem;
The ethnic Cachique, and the Inca proud,
Will sleep in glory's festooned cenotaph,
And, wrapt in love's immortal, jewelled shroud,
Invoke a seraph for their epitaph.
The mountaineer o'er avalanches sublime
Impels his pulka, and his matin song
Of heavenly love, and gratitude, doth chime
With the loud hymn of distant land and tongue;
The prince and peasant, lord and slave, unite
In one ethereal jubilee of love,
And time unrolls his covert visions, bright
With fervid bliss—celestial spirits rove
Impels his pulka, and his matin song
Of heavenly love, and gratitude, doth chime
With the loud hymn of distant land and tongue;
The prince and peasant, lord and slave, unite
In one ethereal jubilee of love,
And time unrolls his covert visions, bright
With fervid bliss—celestial spirits rove
Through blooming dales, where sunbeams love to dwell,
And nature's carmine robe exhales perfume;
Where lucid streams from vine-clad bowers well,
And gales of balm succeed the fell Simoom;
On love's fleet pinions lo! the incarnate God
Deigns to descend and bless apostate man,
O how unlike the awful Lord, who trod
Sinai, and laid the world beneath his ban.
And nature's carmine robe exhales perfume;
Where lucid streams from vine-clad bowers well,
And gales of balm succeed the fell Simoom;
On love's fleet pinions lo! the incarnate God
Deigns to descend and bless apostate man,
O how unlike the awful Lord, who trod
Sinai, and laid the world beneath his ban.
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The proud pagodas of the painim clime,
Hid in the bowers of palmetto groves,
Resound the pæan of palanquined chime
No more—the tortured fakeer vainly roves,
To seek the votaries of illusive charms,
And desolate is Brumhu's gory shrine,
On Vishnoo's breast the necromantic arms
No longer flash in luring rays divine.
Hid in the bowers of palmetto groves,
Resound the pæan of palanquined chime
No more—the tortured fakeer vainly roves,
To seek the votaries of illusive charms,
And desolate is Brumhu's gory shrine,
On Vishnoo's breast the necromantic arms
No longer flash in luring rays divine.
Bright Sun of Glory! thine it is to gild
The amaranthine blossoms of the East,
To clothe the dark and desert mental wild
With light celestial; and the maudlin feast
Becomes the banquet of a chaste desire;
O! glories blend along the empyreal sky,
With dove-like mercies, as the crystal fire
In alloy glows with brighter purity.
The amaranthine blossoms of the East,
To clothe the dark and desert mental wild
With light celestial; and the maudlin feast
Becomes the banquet of a chaste desire;
O! glories blend along the empyreal sky,
With dove-like mercies, as the crystal fire
In alloy glows with brighter purity.
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