Rock the heart to child-like rest,
And the day’s bright portals close

On the eyes with toil oppress’d.

Night already reigns o’er all,

Strangely star is link’d to star;
Planets mighty, sparkling small,

Glitter near and gleam afar. 
Gleam above in clearer night,

Glitter in the glassy sea;
Pledging pure and calm delight,

Rules the moon in majesty.

Now each well-known hour is over,

Joy and grief have pass’d away;
Feel betimes! thoult then recover: 

Trust the newborn eye of day. 
Vales grow verdant, hillocks teem,

Shady nooks the bushes yield,
And with waving, silvery gleam,

Rocks the harvest in the field.

Wouldst thou wish for wish obtain,

Look upon yon glittering ray! 
Lightly on thee lies the chain,

Cast the shell of sleep away! 
Tarry not, but be thou bold,

When the many loiter still;
All with ease may be controll’d

By the man of daring will.

III. 
Ariel.

Hark! the storm of hours draws near,
Loudly to the spirit-ear
Signs of coming day appear. 
Rocky gates are wildly crashing,
Phoebus’ wheels are onward dashing;

(A wonderful noise proclaims the approach of the sun.)

Light doth mighty sounds beget! 
Pealing loud as rolling thunder,
Eye and ear it fills with wonder,

Though itself unconscious yet. 
Downward steals it,’mongst the flowers
Seeking deeper, stiller bowers,
’Mongst the foliage, ’neath the rock;
Thou’lt be deafened by the shock!
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From Faust—­second part.

Scene the last.

Angels. [Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal part of Faust.]

The spirit-region’s noble limb

Hath ’scaled the Archfiend’s power;
For we have strength to rescue him

Who labours ev’ry hour. 
And if he feels within his breast

A ray of love from heaven. 
He’s met by all the squadron blest

With welcome gladly given.

The younger angels.

Yonder roses, from the holy
Hands of penitents so lowly,
Help’d to render us victorious,
And to do the deed all-glorious;
For they gain’d us this soul-treasure.

Evil ones those roses banish’d,

Devils, when we met them, vanish’d. 
Spirits felt love’s pangs with pleasure,
Where hell’s torments used to dwell;
E’en the hoary king of hell
Felt sharp torments through him run. 
Shout for joy! the prize is won.

The more perfect angels.

Strains of mortality

Long have oppress’d us;
Pure could they ever be,

If of asbestos. 
If mighty spirit-strength