MISCELLANEOUS .POEMS. Fixes now his eyes below, Then glances o'er all space, Shakes his head, ?nd wrings hi s hands, Then like a moon-struck ideot moping stands. Ha, he has dared to raise the veil ! Rash mortal, well may'st thou turn pale ! This it is with curious eye To pieme th' unknown futurity. Senseless now .behold him. fall, Music only can recal Thought or sense, again to him, - Whose life on charmed ground grows dim. Hither, viewless Spirits, bring Lute, and hm?p, and warbled string. Hark, the notes are softly stealing, And, their power of soul revealing, See, light re-kindles in his eyes, His cheek resumes its wonted dies. Now he rises from the ground, Yet still bewilder'd gazes round, "?ill all dissolves th' obli*ious spell, That held his senses. Now, farewell ! Thou, who hast turn'd the future's page, Enter the world's tumultuous stnge; There, learn what these dark shadows mean, And prove what thou hast heard and seen ! ......... ?Google
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