2 JULY 1887, Page 15

POETRY.

&IMOD& CORDA..

OR, once to soar, a lark—or sail, a cloud, In the eternal azure overspread !

Could ever the world's voices, vain and loud, Allure again the soul that once had fed On the tremendous silence; where the tread Is heard, by ears with finer sense endowed, Of angels, who the crystal pathways crowd In unseen myriads, all on mercies sped ?

Could ever the transfigured face again Lose all its rapture? or the soul forget To cherish, as a charmed amulet, The words, too worn with using to retain Their visual virtue These same feet have trod The sapphire pavement round the throne of God !

F. W. B.