IV.
Spirits, who hovered o'er Euphrates' stream,
When the first beauteous mother of our race
First oped her mild eyes to the new light-beam,
And in the lucid wave first saw her own fair face;
Did then yon ocean, in its bosom press
These western solitudes? or are they new
Only to men? Was this sweet wilderness,
This distant world, then visited by you?
V.
If ye then knew; or haply, if ye here
Come wandering now, oh, listen! nor refuse
Your unseen harps a moment to my ear;
Of one like you I'd sing: whisper my trembling muse!
VI.
Rest in my wild retreat! The solar fires
Tell on this glowing cheek their fervid powers;
Yet 'tis the ocean's breath my lip respires
Grown fragrant in its course o'er thousand shrubs and flowers.
VII.
The time has been;—this holiest records tell,—
When restless spirits raised a war in heaven;
Great was the crime, and banished thence they fell
To depths unknown; yet kept the potence, given
