Felicia Hemans,
Superstition and Revelation
(1873)
“ And in deep solitudes, where human eye Can trace no step, Immortals! are ye there? Oh! who can tell?—what power, but Death alone, Can lift the mystic veil that shades the world unknown! II. But Earth hath seen the days, ere yet the flowers Of Eden wither'd, when reveal'd ye shone In all your brightness midst those holy bowers— Holy, but not unfading, as your own! ”
Felicia Hemans,
Superstition and Revelation
(1873)
“ She walks in brightness, looking cloudless down, As if to smile on her terrestrial reign. Earth should be hush'd in slumber—but the night Calls forth her worshippers; the feast is spread, On hoary Lebanon's umbrageous height The shrine is raised, the rich libation shed To her, whose beams illume those cedar-shades Faintly as Nature's light the 'wilder'd soul pervades. ”
Felicia Hemans,
Superstition and Revelation
(1873)
“ Of some unnumber'd orbs, that light the depths of space. XVIII. Shine on! and brightly plead for erring thought, Whose wing, unaided in its course, explored The wide creation, and beholding nought Like your eternal beauty, then adored Its living splendours; deeming them inform'd By natures temper'd with a holier fire— Pure beings, with ethereal effluence warm'd, Who to the source of spirit might aspire, And mortal prayers benignantly convey To some presiding Power, more awful far than they. ”
