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Sweeter than zephyr o'er the flower,
Flowed the blest words of heavenly love,
As in that hushed and solemn horn,
The angel called his thoughts above.
Flowed the blest words of heavenly love,
As in that hushed and solemn horn,
The angel called his thoughts above.
Entrancing visions filled his soul
Of dignity, and power, and grace,
And yielding to their high control,
Celestial hopes inspired his face.
Of dignity, and power, and grace,
And yielding to their high control,
Celestial hopes inspired his face.
The angel passed—yet Adam stood,
From that brief gaze a nobler man,—
Aspirant to a loftier good,
And part of a diviner plan.
From that brief gaze a nobler man,—
Aspirant to a loftier good,
And part of a diviner plan.
The angel passed—yet o'er his brow
A more immortal Spirit flies;
He feels the tear of rapture flow,
And stands with fixed and tranced eyes.
A more immortal Spirit flies;
He feels the tear of rapture flow,
And stands with fixed and tranced eyes.
Even like that angel-form wert thou,
Lent for a season to our way;
The stamp of heaven on thy pure brow,
Its love within thine eye's mild ray.
Lent for a season to our way;
The stamp of heaven on thy pure brow,
Its love within thine eye's mild ray.
