ANGEL VISITS.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
No more of talk, where God or Angel guest
With man, as with his friend, familiar used
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast.
Milton.
Are ye for ever to your skies departed?
Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more?
Ye, whose bright wings a solemn splendour darted
Thro' Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore?
Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot,
And ye—our faded earth beholds you not!
Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken,
Man wandered from his Paradise away;
Ye, from forgetfulness his heart to waken,
Came down, high guests! in many a later day,
And with the Patriarchs under vine or oak,
Midst noontide calm or hush of evening spoke.
