Above this field that shines an Eden, lo! 
That wondrous arch of many married hues: 
A gorgeous belt, round Nature’s lovely waist! 
Sure, earth now seems no place of graves.  A wide
Gay, blooming Paradise!  With moistened face,
She smiles, like God, upon this joyous world. 
A new, wild burst of various harmony,
Salutes that Bow of charm—­that orb of Glory. 
Thou art the sun and rainbow to my heart,
And, as they fade from sight—­but do not die—­
But come to-morrow with their wonted charms,
Thou shalt not die—­but gleam o’er me in heaven,
With none of all thy beauty, lost or less. 
Can’st thou not sing a song, love, ere it fades?

She sings.

    The Sun gave birth to yonder bow
        That trembles in the sky
    That life-bestowing sun art thou—­
        That trembling bow am I.
    When he withdraws his beaming face,
        The rainbow disappears;
    And, if those frown on me but once,
        I melt away in tears.

I thank thee for that song.  Oh! thou art, sure,
The wealthiest empire ruled by mortal man. 
Thy thoughts fall down on me, like drops of gold.

SCENE V. THE BANKS OF A ROMANTIC RIVER, FLOWING AMONG MOUNTAINS, AND VIEWED BY MOONLIGHT.

How wild this scene, among the mountains lit
By moonbeams.  Ivied bluff and cedared bank,
And river rippling o’er its gravelly floor. 
The cool and silence, and the holy night,
Remember me of fairies, those strange forms,
That ever revelled underneath green trees,
And danced upon the velvet, verdant sward. 
Here will I sit upon this grassy knoll,
And hear the song of this sweet water’s flow,
And gaze upon yon moon, who nears her noon. 
How beautiful to me, are moonlight shores. 
Here will I sing of loved Odora’s charms,
What time she lies locked in sleep’s rosy arm. 
No bird was ever fairer in its nest. 
No bud e’er sweeter in its unoped cup;
No jewel brighter in the chrystal sea;
No diamond richer in the caves of earth.

Lover sings.

    The God of love, made beauteous things,
        To give His Man delight—­
    He made the sun—­the bird’s gay wings—­
        The constellated night. 
    He made the mountains of the earth,
        The ocean, beautiful;
    He gave all harmonies their birth,
        Man’s troubled soul to lull. 
    The charm of charms—­the Joy of Joys,
        That crowned the perfect whole;
    Was, Woman’s form, and Woman’s voice,
        And Woman’s tender soul.

THE ANGELS OF EARTH.

Angels of Earth! they soothe and bless
  The troubled soul of man,
Bestow the most of happiness,
                They can.

Angels of Earth—­they are but few,
  Sustained by Heavenly grace,
To raise again, and to renew,
                Our race.