id="id00186">  The type of Beauty Intellectual,
  The representative of Love and Truth,
  She moves first in the innumerable throng
  Of angels congregating to behold
  The crowning wonder of creative power.

THIRD ANGEL CHORUS,

  Oh, joy, that no mortal can fathom,
    To rejoice in the smile of God!
      To be first in the light
      Of His Holy sight,
    And freed from His chastening rod.
  Faithful, indeed, that soul, to be
  The messenger of Deity!

FIRST ANGEL.

  This, this is the chosen spirit,
    Whose love is ever increased
      From its own pare soul,
      The illumined goal
    Where Love holds perpetual feast.

VI.

  With noiseless speed the angel charioteers
  In dazzling splendour all triumphant rode;
  Through seas of ether painfully serene,
  That flashed a golden, phosphorescent spray,
  As luminous as the sun's intensest beams,
  Athwart the wide, interminable space.
  Legion on legion of the sons of God;
  Vast phalanxes of graceful cherubim;

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  Innumerable multitudes and ranks
  Of all the hosts and hierarchs of heaven,
  Moved by one universal impulse, urged
  Their steeds of swiftness up the arch of light,
  From sphere to sphere increasing as they came,
  Till world on world was emptied of its race.
  Upward, with unimaginable speed,
  The myriads, congregating zenith-ward,
  Reached the far confines of the utmost sphere,
  The home of Truth, the dwelling-place of Love,
  Striking celestial symphonies divine
  From the resounding sea of melody,
  That heaved in swells of soft, mellifluous sound,
  To the blest crowds at whose triumphal tread
  Its soul of sweetness waked in thrills sublime,
  The sun stood poised upon the western verge;
  The moon paused, waiting for the march of earth,
  That stayed to watch the advent of the stars;
  And ocean hushed its very deepest deeps
        In grateful expectation.

SECOND ANGEL.

  Still through the viewless regions
    Of the habitable air,
      Through the ether ocean,
      In unceasing motion,
  Pass the multitudinous legions
    Of angels everywhere.

  Bearing each new-born spirit
    Through the interlucent void

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      To its starry dwelling,
      Angel anthems telling
  Every earthly deed of merit
    To each flashing asteroid.

THIRD ANGEL.

  Through the realms sidereal,
  Clothed with the immaterial,
  Far as the fields elysian
    In starry bloom extend,
  The stretch of angel vision
    Can see and comprehend.

VII.

  Innumerable as the ocean sands
  The angel concourse in due order stood,
  In meek anticipation waiting for
      The new-created orbs,
      Still hidden in the deep
    And unseen laboratory, where
  Not even angel eyes could penetrate:
  A star for each of that angelic host,
  Memorials of their faithfulness and love.
  The Evening Star, God's bright eternal gift
  To the pure Seraph with the brow of light,
    And named for her, mild Hesperus,
  Came twinkling down the unencumbered blue,
  On viewless wings of sweet melodious sound,
  Beauty and grace presiding at its birth.
  Celestial plaudits sweeping through the skies
  Waked resonant paeans, till the concave thrilled

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    Through its illimitable bounds.
      With a sudden burst
  Of light, that lit the universal space
    As with a flame of crystal,
      Rousing the Soul of Joy
    That slumbered in the patient sea,
  From every point of heaven the hurrying cars
  Conveyed the constellations to their thrones—
  The throbbing planets, and the burning suns,
  Erratic comets, and the various grades
  And magnitudes of palpitating stars.
  From the far arctic and antarctic zones,
  Through all the vast, surrounding infinite,
  A wilderness of intermingling orbs,
  The gleaming wonders, pulsing earthward, came;
      Each to its destined place,
      Each in itself a world,
    With all its coining myriad life,
  Drawing us nearer the Omnipotent,
  With hearts of wonder, and with souls of praise:
  Astrea, Pallas, strange Aldebaran,
  The Pleiads, Arcturus, the ruddy Mars,
  Pale Saturn, Ceres and Orion—
    All as they circle still
    Through the enraptured void.
  For each young angel born to us from earth,
  A new-made star is launched among its peers.

FULL ANGEL CHORUS.

  Dreamer in the realms aërial,
  Searcher for the true and good,

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  Hoper for the high, ethereal
  Limit of Beatitude,
  Lift thy heart to heaven, for there
  Is embalmed thy spirit prayer:
  Not in words is shrined thy prayer,
  But thy Thought awaits thee there.
  God loves the silent worshipper.
  The grandest hymn
  That nature chants—the litany
  Of the rejoicing stars—is silent praise.
  Their nightly anthems stir
  The souls of lofty seraphim
  In the remotest heaven. The melody
  Descends in throbbings of celestial light
  Into the heart of man, whose upward gaze,
  And meditative aspect, tell
  Of the heart's incense passing up the night.
  Above the crystalline height
  The theme of thoughtful praise ascends.
  Not from the wildest swell
  Of the vexed ocean soars the fullest psalm;
  But in the evening calm,
  And in the solemn midnight, silence blends
  With silence, and to the ear
  Attuned to harmony divine
  Begets a strain
  Whose trance-like stillness wakes delicious pain.
  The silent tear
  Holds keener anguish in its orb of brine,
  Deeper and truer grief
  Than the loud wail that brings relief,

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  As thunder clears the atmosphere.
  But the deep, tearless Sorrow,—how profound!
  Unspoken to the ear
  Of sense, 'tis yet as eloquent a sound
  As that which wakes the lyre
  Of the rejoicing Day, when
  Morn on the mountains lights his urn of fire.
  The flowers of the glen
  Rejoice in silence; huge pines stand apart
  Upon the lofty hills, and sigh
  Their woes to every breeze that passeth by;
  The willow tells its mournful tale
  So tenderly, that e'en the passing gale
  Bears not a murmur on its wings
  Of what the spirit sings
  That breathes its trembling thoughts through all the
        drooping strings.
  He loves God most who worships most
  In the obedient heart.
  The thunder's noisome boast,