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One evening, in that time of bloom,
On a hill's side, where hung the ray
Of sunset, sleeping in perfume,

Three noble youths conversing lay;
And as they look'd, from time to time,

To the far sky, where Daylight furl'd
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Creatures of light, such as still play,

Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And through their infinite array

Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of his luminous word!

Of heaven they spoke, and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes, that charm'd them thence;
Till, yielding gradual to the soft

And balmy evening's influence

The silent breathing of the flowers

The melting light, that beam'd above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When, like a bird, from its high nest
Won down by fascinating eyes,
For Woman's smile he lost the skies.

The first who spoke was one, with look
The least celestial of the three-

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Then the first angel tells his story. He came to earth once on a time, upon some business which is not particularly mentioned, and saw accidentally 'Lea' bathing; he fell violently in love with her, but she proved to be purer than he, and, though she loved him, it was without passion. After a while,

when it was about time for him to think of returning home, there happened to be a festival, at which Lea and her angellover were present; here, for the first time, he drank that liquor,

'Whose drops, like those of rainbows, smile
Upon the mists that circle man,
Bright'ning not only earth the while,

But grasping heaven, too, in their span

that is to say, wine! The banquet over, he sought her in her accustomed bower, and while telling her he must soon depart, and soliciting some slight favor as a token of her love, he accidentally alluded to the spell word, which would expand his wings, and bear him to heaven. She eagerly demanded to know that spell, and promised on that condition to bless him; he told the word of power; she uttered it thrice; wings grew from her shoulders, and she flew to heaven, leaving her lover essaying in vain to follow her; for his power had departed, and his wings were paralyzed. The following passage describes this catastrophe with spirit:

'While thus I spoke, the fearful maid,
Of me, and of herself afraid,

Had shrinking stood, like flowers beneath
The scorching of the south-wind's breath:
But when I nam'd-alas, too well,

I now recall, though wilder'd then,-
Instantly, when I named the spell,

Her brow, her eyes uprose again,
And, with an eagerness, that spoke
The sudden light that o'er her broke,
"The spell, the spell!-O speak it now,
And I will bless thee!" she exclaim'd-
Unknowing what I did, inflam'd,

And lost already, on her brow

I stamp'd one burning kiss, and nam'd
The mystic word, till then ne'er told
To living creature of earth's mould!
Scarce was it said, when, quick as thought,
Her lips from mine, like echo, caught
The holy sound; her hands and eyes
Were instant lifted to the skies,
And thrice to heaven she spoke it out

With that triumphant look Faith wears,

When not a cloud of fear or doubt,

A vapor from this vale of tears,
Between her and her God appears!
That very moment her whole frame
All bright and glorified became,
And at her back I saw unclose
Two wings, magnificent as those

That sparkle round th' Eternal Throne,
Whose plumes, as buoyantly she rose
Above me, in the moon-beam shone
With a pure light, which-from its hue,
Unknown upon this earth-I knew
Was light from Eden, glistening through.
Most holy vision! ne'er before

Did aught so radiant-since the day
When Lucifer, in falling, bore

The third of the bright stars away

Rise, in earth's beauty, to repair

That loss of light and glory there!'

The second is an angel of far higher rank and nobler attributes. His only fault was a thirst for knowledge, or rather an insatiable curiosity. However, he contrived to amuse himself pretty well with resolving sun-beams into their original elements, and, as new stars were born, flying from one to the other to see what they were made of, until women were created, and the whole passion of his soul was at once concentrated upon the new riddle. After a long and rather tedious search, he succeeded in finding 'Lilis,' who comprised within herself, all that could interest and charm in womankind.

There was a maid, of all who move
Like visions o'er this orb, most fit
To be a bright young angel's love,
Herself so bright, so exquisite !
The pride, too, of her step, as light
Along the unconscious earth she went,
Seem'd that of one, born with a right

To walk some heavenlier element,
And tread in places where her feet
A star at every step should meet.
'Twas not alone that loveliness,

By which the wither'd sense is caught-
Of lips, whose very breath could bless―
Of playful blushes, that seem'd nought.
But luminous escapes of thought-

Of eyes that, when by anger stirr'd,
Were fire itself, but at a word

Of tenderness, all soft became,

As though they could, like the sun's bird,
Dissolve away in their own flame-
Of form as pliant as the shoots

Of a young tree, in vernal flower;
Yet round and glowing as the fruits
That drop from it in summer's hour-
"Twas not alone this loveliness,

That falls to loveliest woman's share,
Though, even here, her form could spare

From its own beauty's rich excess

Enough to make all others fair—

But 'twas the mind,'

Of course he fell violently in love, and she, not content with returning his affection, very unfortunately reciprocated his curiosity; for while they were together one day, she prayed, or rather commanded her lover to come to her, arrayed with all the glories, which he wore in heaven. He obeyed, and the fire, which was pure and innocent in his celestial home, had become a destroying flame, from his own depravity; and Lilis was consumed in his arms! The story is, of course, a repetition of that of Semele.

Of the third angel there is no story to tell. He and his mistress were exceeding good, being guilty of no sin but that of loving each other; but for this they were doomed to wander upon earth, while earth should be. From this last tale we make a long extract, which will be rather a favorable sample of the whole poem.

'And thus in humbleness they trod,
Abash'd, but pure before their God;
Nor e'er did earth behold a sight
So meekly beautiful as they,
When, with the altar's holy light

Full on their brows, they knelt to pray,

Hand within hand, and side by side,

Two links of love, awhile untied
From the great chain above, but fast
Holding together to the last—
Two fallen Splendors from that tree,
Which buds with such eternally,
Shaken to earth, yet keeping all
Their light and freshness in the fall.

Their only punishment, (as wrong,
However sweet, must bear its brand,)
Their only doom was this-that, long

As the green earth and ocean stand,
They both shall wander here-the same
Throughout all time, in heart and frame-
Still looking to that goal sublime,

Whose light remote, but sure, they see,
Pilgrims of Love! whose way is Time,
Whose home is in Eternity!

Subject, the while, to all the strife,
True love encounters in this life-
The wishes, hopes, he breathes in vain;
The chill, that turns his warmest sighs
To earthly vapor, ere they rise;
The doubt he feeds on, and the pain
That in his very sweetness lies.
Still worse, the illusions that betray
His footsteps to their shining brink;
That tempt him, on his desert way
Through the bleak world, to bend and drink,
Where nothing meets his lips, alas !
But he again must sighing pass

On to that far-off home of

peace,
In which alone his thirst will cease.

All this they bear, but, not the less,
Have moments rich in happiness-
Blest meetings, after many a day
Of widowhood past far away,
When the lov'd face again is seen
Close, close, with not a tear between-
Confidings frank, without control,
Pour'd mutually from soul to soul;
As free from any fear or doubt,

As is that light from chill or stain,
The sun into the stars sheds out,

To be by them shed back again!

That happy minglement of hearts,

Where, changed, as chemic compounds are, Each, with its own existence parts,

To find a new one, happier far!

Such are their joys-and, crowning all,
That blessed hope of the bright hour,

When, happy and no more to fall,

Their spirits shall, with freshen'd power,

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