The flight of an Angel of Darkness. WAR and the Great in War let others sing, Havoc and spoil, and tears and triumphing; The morning-march that flashes to the sun, The feast of vultures when the day is done; And the strange tale of many slain for one! I sing a Man, amidst his sufferings here, Who watched and served in humbleness and fear; Gentle to others, to himself severe. Still unsubdued by Danger's varying form, Still, as unconscious of the coming storm, He looked elate; and, with his wonted smile, Singly or clustering, round the Southern pole! 'Twas the mid hour, when He, whose accents dread Still wandered thro' the regions of the dead, (MERION, Commissioned with his host to sweep From age to age the melancholy deep) To elude the seraph-guard that watched for man, In pomp of plumage sailed, deepening the shades of night. Roc of the West! to him all empire given! * Hist. c. 3. Mountains and seas fled backward as he passed That hourly come with blessings from the skies; * Tierra del Fuego. |