
PoETICAL FOU NJ II /.

= Here Natures minstrels quaf inspiring draughts.
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lere Natures minstrels quaf inspiring draughts
"THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN"
Can angel spirits need repose,


In the full sunlight of the sky?
And can the veil of slumber close


A cherubs bright and blazing eye?
Have seraphims a weary brow,


A fainting heart and aching breast!
No, far too high their pulses fow,


To languish with nglorious rest. #
How could they sleep amid the bliss,


The banquet of delight above!
Or bear for one short hour to miss


The vision of the Lord they love?
Oh! not the death-like calm of sleep


Could hush the everlasting song:
No fairy dream nor slumber deep,


Entranced the rapt and holy throng.
Yetnot the lightest tone was heard,


From angel voice or angel hand,
And not one plumed pinion stirred


Among the bowed and blssful band.
For there was silence in the sky,


A joy no angel tongues could tell,
As from its mystic point on high


The peace Of God in stiffness fell.
Oh! what is silence here below?
The quiet Of concealed. despair. 4..-,.-..
The cause pain, the dream of wo--


1t is the rest of rapture there.
And, to the way-worn pilgrim here,


More kindred seems that perfect peace
Than the full chaunts of joy to hear


Roll on, and never, never cease.
From earthly agonies set free,


Tired with the path too slowly trod
May such silence welcome me


Into the palace Of my God!