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THE LAST SONG OF THE SPHERES.
Shall wing their flight back to the regions of chaos, And chant their last song to the marches of time.
"The sounds even now of those trembling vibrations Announce the approach of some heavenly pow'r,To tell us, perchance, to the spheres of that system Already hath come the last sorrowful hour.
"My sister, behold!" When the angel had spoken, I saw that a shadow had clouded the light,And near us a being of heavenly beauty, Yet robed in a mantle sad-hued as the night.
She lifted her eyes. And then, breaking the silence That reverence holy had taught me to keep,I turned to the being who welcomed me thither, And, wondering, asked, "Do the angels e'er weep?"
"I leave," answered sadly the sorrowful angel, "A planet o'er which I was guardian long.Uranus is hurled from its place in thy system By pow'r of the Infinite mighty and strong.
"I saw when there dawned at the word of Jehovah Upon this fair planet the first beams of light,I heard when His mandate as steadfast and solemn Consigned it to regions of chaos and night.
