FROM LERMONTOF.
THE ANGEL.
Thro’ the midnight heavens an angel flew,And a soft low song sang he,And the moon and the stars and the rolling cloudsHeard that holy melody.He sang of the bliss of sinless souls’Neath the tents of Eden-bowers;Of God—the Great One—he sang; and unfeignedWas his praise of the Godhead’s powers.A little babe in his arms he bore,For this world of woe and tears,And the sound of his song in the soul of the childKept ringing, though wordless, for years.And long languished she on this earth below,With a wondrous longing filled,But the world’s harsh songs could not change for herThe notes which that angel trilled.
Thro’ the midnight heavens an angel flew,And a soft low song sang he,And the moon and the stars and the rolling cloudsHeard that holy melody.He sang of the bliss of sinless souls’Neath the tents of Eden-bowers;Of God—the Great One—he sang; and unfeignedWas his praise of the Godhead’s powers.A little babe in his arms he bore,For this world of woe and tears,And the sound of his song in the soul of the childKept ringing, though wordless, for years.And long languished she on this earth below,With a wondrous longing filled,But the world’s harsh songs could not change for herThe notes which that angel trilled.
Thro’ the midnight heavens an angel flew,And a soft low song sang he,And the moon and the stars and the rolling cloudsHeard that holy melody.
Thro’ the midnight heavens an angel flew,
And a soft low song sang he,
And the moon and the stars and the rolling clouds
Heard that holy melody.
He sang of the bliss of sinless souls’Neath the tents of Eden-bowers;Of God—the Great One—he sang; and unfeignedWas his praise of the Godhead’s powers.
He sang of the bliss of sinless souls
’Neath the tents of Eden-bowers;
Of God—the Great One—he sang; and unfeigned
Was his praise of the Godhead’s powers.
A little babe in his arms he bore,For this world of woe and tears,And the sound of his song in the soul of the childKept ringing, though wordless, for years.
A little babe in his arms he bore,
For this world of woe and tears,
And the sound of his song in the soul of the child
Kept ringing, though wordless, for years.
And long languished she on this earth below,With a wondrous longing filled,But the world’s harsh songs could not change for herThe notes which that angel trilled.
And long languished she on this earth below,
With a wondrous longing filled,
But the world’s harsh songs could not change for her
The notes which that angel trilled.