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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Angel Of The Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHILE bending o'er my golden lyre,<br>While waving light my wing of fire ;<br>Creation's regions to explore,<br>To gaze, to wonder, to adore:<br>While faithful to th' eternal will,<br>My task of glory I fulfil;<br>To rule the comet's dread career,<br>To guide the planets on their sphere;<br>While from this pure, empyreal sky,<br>I dart my truth-enlighten'd eye;<br>What mists involve yon changeful scene,<br>How dark thy views, thou orb terrene! <br>E'en now compassion clouds awhile<br>Bright ecstasy's immortal smile!<br>I see the flames of war consume<br>Fair scenes that smil'd in glowing bloom;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er ev'ry nation, ev'ry land,<br>I see destruction wave his hand;<br>How dark thy billows, ocean-flood! <br>Lo! man has dy'd thy waves in blood!<br>Nature! how chang'd thy vivid grace!<br>Vengeance and war thy charms deface.<br>Oh! scene of doubt, of care, of anguish!<br>Oh! scene, where virtue's doom'd to languish!<br>Oh! scene, where death triumphant rides,<br>The spear, the sword, the javelin guides!<br>And canst thou be that earth, declare, <br>That earth so pure, so good, so fair, <br>O'er which, a new-created globe,<br>Thy Father spread Perfection's robe? <br>Oh, Heav'n, how chang'd, how pale, how dim!<br>Since first arose the choral hymn,<br>That hail'd, at thy auspicious birth,<br>A dawning Paradise on earth!<br>On that sublime, creative morn,<br>That saw the infant-planet born,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How swell'd the harp, the lyre, the voice,<br>To bless, to triumph, to rejoice!<br>How kneeling rapture led the song,<br>How glow'd th' exulting cherub-throng!<br>When the fair orb, arising bright,<br>Sprang into glory, life, and light!<br>—Oh! Heav'n, how chang'd, a thorny waste,<br>With shadows dimm'd, with clouds o'ercast!<br>See passions desolate the ball,<br>See kingdoms, thrones, and empires fall!<br>See mad Ambition's whirlwind sweep,<br>Resistless as the wintry deep!<br>See, waving thro' the troubled sky,<br>His crimson banner glare on high!<br>Blush, Anger! blush, and hide thy sword;<br>Weep, Conquest! weep, imperious lord!<br>And mourn, to view thy sullied name<br>Inscrib'd in blood—emblaz'd in flame!<br>And are those cries, which rend the air,<br>Of death, of torture, of despair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hymns that should mount on wings above,<br>To him, the GOD OF PEACE AND LOVE!<br>And is yon flame of ruthless war,<br>That spreads destruction's reign afar,<br>The incense taught by man to blaze,<br>For him, who dwells in mercy's rays?<br>Mortals! if angels grief might know, <br>From angels if a tear might flow,<br>In yon celestial woes might rise, <br>And pity dim a seraph's eyes;<br>Yet, mortals! oft, thro' mists and tears,<br>Your bright original appears,<br>Gleams thro' the veil, with radiant smile,<br>A sun-beam on a ruin'd pile!<br>Exulting, oft the forms I trace,<br>Of moral grandeur, beauty, grace;<br>That speak your pow'rs for glory giv'n,<br>That still reveal the Heir of Heav'n!<br>Not yet extinct your heav'nly fire, <br>For cherubs oft its beams admire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see fair virtue nobly rise,<br>Child, fav'rite, darling, of the skies! <br>Smile on the pangs that round her wait,<br>And brave, and bear, the storms of fate!<br>I see her lift th' adoring eye,<br>Forbid the tear, suppress the sigh;<br>Still on her high career proceeding, <br>Sublime! august!—tho' suff'ring—bleeding!<br>The thorn, tho' sharp, the blast, tho' rude,<br>Shake not her lofty fortitude!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! graceful dignity serene,<br>Faith, glory, triumph on thy mien!<br>Still, virtue! still the strife maintain,<br>The smile, the frown of fate, disdain!<br>Think on that hour, when freed from clay,<br>Thy soul shall rise to life and day;<br>Still mount to heav'n—on sorrow's car;<br>There shine a fix'd unclouded star,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like me to range, like me to soar,<br>Suns, planets, worlds of light explore! <br>Then angel-forms around shall throng,<br>And greet thee in triumphal song;<br>'Mount, spirit! mount, thy woes are o'er,<br>Pain, sickness, trials, now no more!<br>Hail, sister! hail, thy task is done,<br>Rise, cherub, rise!—thy crown is won!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, favor'd mortals! best belov'd,<br>Ye in stern perils fiercely prov'd;<br>When faith and truth, with pure control,<br>Refine, inspire, exalt, your soul;<br>When firm in brightest, noblest aims,<br>Your bosoms glow with hallow'd flames;<br>When still the narrow path you tread, <br>Nor scorn, nor grief, nor dangers dread;<br>Tho' fate with ev'ry dart assail,<br>To pierce your heart's heav'n-temper'd mail;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor shrink, tho' death his jav'lin hurl'd,<br>Scorn'd, yet untainted, by the world! <br>Then think, ye brave, ye constant few,<br>To faith, to hope, to virtue, true!<br>Then think, that seraphs from above,<br>Behold your deeds, admire, and love!<br>That those, who heav'n's commands perform,<br>Who still the wave, who ride the storm;<br>Who point the lightning's fiery wing,<br>Or shed the genial dews of spring;<br>Who fill with balm the zephyr's breath,<br>Or taint th' avenging winds with death;<br>That those, who guide the planets' course, <br>Who bend at light's transcendent source;<br>Oh! think that those your toil survey, <br>Your struggling mind, your rugged way!<br>Oh! think that those, e'en now prepare,<br>A bow'r of bliss, for you to share!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en now, th' immortal wreath entwine, <br>Around your sainted brows to shine;<br>E'en now, their golden harps attune, <br>To greet you in the blaze of noon!<br>Soon shall your captive souls be free,<br>To bless, to hymn, to soar, like me!<br>The fair, the perfect, and the bright,<br>Shall beam unclouded on your sight;<br>Soon shall the silver lutes be strung,<br>Soon shall the Pæan lays be sung;<br>'Hail, sister, hail! thy task is done;<br>Rise, cherub, rise! thy palm is won!!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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While waving light my wing of fire ;
Creation's regions to explore,
To gaze, to wonder, to adore:
While faithful to th' eternal will,
My task of glory I fulfil;
To rule the comet's dread career,
To guide the plan..."></div>
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