They come they come! on yon light fleecy cloud,
From the uttermost verge of the azure shroud:
There's a shining speck on its snowy crest,-
'Tis the gleam of their cygnet courser's breast.
On, on they sail the dark ether through,

A radiant star on its bosom of blue.

The flaming track of their whirling wheels
From surrounding stars their brightness steals:
Now they approach, and we hear on high
Their soft, responding melody.

Welcome home to your realm of day,
Where have ye lingered so long away?

ANSWERING CHORUS.

Oh, deem not that we've been deceiving,
With bright dreams, a child of clay,

Or a flowery chaplet weaving

To reward the minstrel's lay;

Or floating in Araby blest

To list to the bulbul's song; Or couched on a violet's breast

With eve's dewy pearls o'erhung.
Though bright be each sunset hue-
The emerald's earliest ray-

We thought not on them as we flew,
Nor lingered for them on our way;
The young child of song was gazing
Upon our light'ning track;

We paused not, a vision raising,

Nor to look upon him turned back : We saw the wild meteor's flight

And passed it quickly by;

And the ocean lay calm and bright,

Like a second star-gemmed sky.

We stayed not for these, but we heard a low tone,We felt it was woman's, we saw her, alone,

With a tear in her eye; and a softly-breathed prayer Ascended like incense on th' evening air.

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She wept not for love, she asked not for fame,
The deep grief of her heart bore a holier name;
She mourned a fond parent returned to the blest,
And she prayed but to die and be with her at rest.

We heard her soul's wish, and the tear-drop we caught
For a gem on our lovely Queen's diadem have brought;
And the beautiful spirit by whom it was given
We wafted above to her birth-place in heaven.

And now we come to our loved coral cave,
To our hall of enchantment beneath the wave,
To join the fairy throng.

With fadeless flowers our brows we'll wreath,

And morning zephyrs e'en may breathe,

Ere hushed is dance and song.