Classic Poem

DRUID .

To other Notes than these of Night and Woe,
So deep, so solemn, and so dreadly slow,
Ye holy Ministers, in harpings high
Wake the thrill'd chords of Mona's Minstelsy;
Loose let the hand, from each Sun-smitten string,
Full Peals of Gladness and rich Joyance ring;
For yonder comes the Regent of the Sky
Earth to delight and Heav'n to glorify:
Nature hath felt the change and sings and shouts in joy.