344 WILD SCENES AND SONGKBIKDS. 



'That comes whence orient stars do spring 

 That cometh in burnish of silver and gold, 

 Through shining mists, to tell as of old, 

 The story the lowly flowers have told, 

 How Hope was pinioned, in glory, to fling 

 The dawn of her future on every high thing ! 



Like a meek-eyed thing, 

 "With wing all blue, 



That comes from a Temple where hearts are true 

 That comes from a Temple so vast, 

 That when at last 



Earth goes like a dot, 

 There lives not an archangel 



Can tell you the spot 

 "Where the poor thing should dwell ! 



Like a glorious thing, 



"With scarlet wing, 



That flashing doth dazzle mortal eye 

 That soaring, and soaring, still soaring doth sing, 

 God is gleamed off from my flashing wing, 

 See him, poor mortal, though blinded, and sing. 

 God sent his Justice a right hand to stain 

 In the blood of a Christ, that ye might remain 

 To work out his glory, and cease from all pain. 



Till sorrow and sadness, 



Horror and madness, 



Give way to gladness 



And cherubic strain ! 

 Joy ! Joy ! then as Winter must go, 

 Spring must be coming for poor souls below 1 



