Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake
Fear to my Soul, and sadness which might seem
Whollydissevered from our present theme;
Yet, my beloved Country! I partake
Of kindred agitations for thy sake;
Thou, too, dost visit oftmy midnight dream;
Thyglory meets me with the earliest beam
Of light, which tells that Morning is awake.
If aught impair thybeauty or destroy,
Or but forebode destruction, I deplore
With filial love the sad vicissitude;
If thou hastfallen, and righteous Heaven restore
The prostrate, then my spring-time is renewed,
And sorrow bartered for exceeding joy.