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SONGS FOR MUSIC.
I lay there in silence—a Spirit came o'er me;
Man's tongue hath no language to speak what I saw;
Things glorious, unearthly, pass'd floating before me,
And my heart almost fainted with rapture and awe!
I viewed the dread beings, around us that hover,
Tho' veil'd by the mists of mortality's breath;
And I called upon darkness the vision to cover,
For a strife was within me of madness and death.
I saw them—the powers of the wind and the ocean,
The rush of whose pinion bears onward the storms;
Like the sweep of the white-rolling wave was their motion,
I felt their dim presence,—but knew not their forms!
