There's a world in LOVE so blissful! We never live until we know it; The safest harbour in life's storms, And PEACE and JOY the lights that show it. Sole symbol of celestial hope! The sun that drives away life's night; For true love elevates the soul, And fills the heart with pure delight! There's a world in Love so hopeful! An active spirit there is found: And fills the heart with pure delight! CHAPTER V. INSPIRATION NIGHTS. ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP.-CALM SUMMER ALWAYS A POEM.-THE TRUE GOAL.-A DEAR CHILD AN F we search the whole universe, the ination can not die over any imagination cannot discover any spot so likely, from the majesty of its associations, to diffuse through the soul of the Poet the spirit of inspiration, as the far free mountain top. It is, when surrounded by elemental grandeur, that the spirit of prophecy descends upon the Poet's soul; and he is filled with emotions above reason, and with feelings beyond argument; and his acute senses, unsensualized and purified, experience a thrilling and boundless ecstasy. He feels himself imbued with the essence of the Everlasting; and resistless Faith, unbidden, springing up, glows through his heart, to be rooted there for ever. His imagination is dilated, and through the influence of Nature around, every faculty of his soul is irradiated by the consolations and the hopes of a hereafter. Blighted ambitions, unrealised dreams, and vain regrets, wing their way from the sore heart, and, at such moments, are forgotten; and the vexed spirit is calmed as the turbulent waters were when Christ trod over them. Far beneath, when he gazes down from the mountain top, he beholds the luxuriance and mightiness of God's works. On one side rolls and roars the vast ocean, the only physical element that appears perfect, and seems to know no change nor decay in time. A great |