Daniel his name—all hope is on him placed, And as they gazed upon his God-like mien, Deep silence reign'd where high carouse had been ; While, as he dauntless spoke, there seem'd to spread Angelic glory round his radiant head. "Listen, proud monarch! for to me is given, Weigh'd in the balance, thou art wanting found, Vengeance, dire vengeance rules this awful hour, And sink thou must 'neath conquering Cyrus' power! Time hurries by,* on noiseless rapid wing, Must quit a lovely mistress' gentle clasp, Thy gods should aid thee at this time of woe, But want the power, and this thou soon must know; Glittering in radiant gold their forms I see, *“Time_measures not the tides of soul."—Czerni George, by the Rev. G. CROLY. THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES. WHEN from the hand of God Arose this beauteous earth, The morning stars exulting sang Swell'd the full note each orb on high, 'Mid regions of immensity. And is for ever mute That sweet and touching strain? Will songs celestial never more Strike mortal ear again? And must we view heaven's face so fair, To wonder at the silence there? Though centuries have bow'd To time's all-ruthless sway, And but their memory survives Still as of old a voice is given To the far-glittering hosts of heaven. The Music of the Spheres. 113 When all is hush'd at eve, And calm is nature's breast When darkness flings her mantling robe Over a world at rest, And silence, gloom, and peace aright, Reign triple regents of the night : Then with a heart unstain'd By passions base and blind, The truthful son of science hears Aye, as in mystic course The glittering planets wheel, They pour a flood of harmony, Which only few can feel: That music strange and passing sweet What longing doth it wake To track the ambient skies, And mixing with the starry crowd Pass heaven's dread boundaries,— H |