VENUS.
With eyes uplifted, heavenward turning,
With deep and tender, untold yearning;
With thoughts, like evening's crystal dew,
I gaze on yonder vault of blue.
With deep and tender, untold yearning;
With thoughts, like evening's crystal dew,
I gaze on yonder vault of blue.
What, O! what art thou, beautiful one,
That follows the radiant track of the sun?
Silent, and solemn, and grand, and sublime,
Through space is thy march to the rhythm of Time.
That follows the radiant track of the sun?
Silent, and solemn, and grand, and sublime,
Through space is thy march to the rhythm of Time.
O! answer me—art thou the orb of night,
The herald, that guided the sages aright,
Whose feet, o'er the hills of Judea were led
In safety and peace, to that strange stable-bed?
The herald, that guided the sages aright,
Whose feet, o'er the hills of Judea were led
In safety and peace, to that strange stable-bed?
And was it thy errand, to tell of his birth,
The Light of the world, and the Hope of the earth?
Speak, speak, ye fair dwellers in mansions afar,
And tell me the tale of yon beautiful star.
The Light of the world, and the Hope of the earth?
Speak, speak, ye fair dwellers in mansions afar,
And tell me the tale of yon beautiful star.
