HOW shall the harp of poesy regain That old victorious tone of prophet-years -- A spell Divine o'er guilt's perturbing fears, And all the hovering shadows of the brain? Dark, evil wings took flight before the strain, And showers of holy quiet, with its fall, Sank on the soul. Oh! who may now recall The mighty music's consecrated reign? Spirit of God! whose glory once o'erhung A throne, the ark's dread cherubim between, So let thy presence brood, though now unseen, O'er those two powers by whom the harp is strung, Feeling and Thought! till the rekindled chords Give the long-buried tone back to immortal words | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN ADDRESS TO A STEAM-VESSEL by JOANNA BAILLIE PSALM 21. DOMINE IN VIRTUTE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ADVENTURERS OF SCIENCE by BERTON BRALEY THE NOBLE LAY OF AILLINN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |