Now op'd the starry regions on my sight,
And 'thwart dark space shot radiant streams of light;
Th' aereal forms in mists dissolving rise,
Yet still I hear the grand concordant song,
Echo'd by all the offspring of the skies,
Who each in their eternal language sung,
While all around brake forth ethereal rays:
From high I heard a new and awful sound,
Swelling with voice divine the song of praise.
My feeble sense no longer bears the light,
Oppos'd my eye-lids close,
The heavenly forms I lose
Amid th' all-piercing light.
My ears resound no more, my pulses cease,
And for a while my soul was hush'd to peace.