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TO ELLA.
Alighted from the azure sky,
A Seraph stood before my sight,
And checked awhile the anxious sigh,
And pointed to the Realms of Light.
A Seraph stood before my sight,
And checked awhile the anxious sigh,
And pointed to the Realms of Light.
Celestial Youth his Features fired,
His Eye the Breast with Hope inspired,
Virtue's own Hand his Temples crown'd,
And Glory shed her Day around.
'Twas Ella!—wrapt in awe I stood,
And thrill'd with joy the Vision viewed.
Soft as the gentlest shower descends,
His soothing accents flowed,
And, winding thro' the maze of Song,
In playful eddies poured along,
Till Nature sighing—sinking bends,
And Life a pause bestowed.
His Eye the Breast with Hope inspired,
Virtue's own Hand his Temples crown'd,
And Glory shed her Day around.
'Twas Ella!—wrapt in awe I stood,
And thrill'd with joy the Vision viewed.
Soft as the gentlest shower descends,
His soothing accents flowed,
And, winding thro' the maze of Song,
In playful eddies poured along,
Till Nature sighing—sinking bends,
And Life a pause bestowed.
Cease, Ella, cease thy 'witching Song,
Nor lure me from the earthly throng;
Too frail to shine in Virtue's Train,
Too weak to wake the heavenly Strain,
In vain with borrowed Art I soar,
For fickle Fancy smiles no more.
The feeble Meteor's transient blaze
Unnoted sinks in Night;
But Nature lives in Sol's bright Rays,
And Nations bless his Light.
Nor lure me from the earthly throng;
Too frail to shine in Virtue's Train,
Too weak to wake the heavenly Strain,
In vain with borrowed Art I soar,
For fickle Fancy smiles no more.
The feeble Meteor's transient blaze
Unnoted sinks in Night;
But Nature lives in Sol's bright Rays,
And Nations bless his Light.
HENRY.
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