Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of dismay, Chas'd on his night-steed by the star of day! Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, The noon of Heaven undazzled by the blaze, Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to hail Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale, When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion hill! Soul of the just! companion of the dead! Where is thy home, and whither art thou fled? |