men"
Thy steps cut off, thy mind, thick set with eyes,
As night with stars, piercing thy shrouded skies,
And proving most illumined then,
When darkest seeming, soared on cherub wings--
Those star-eyed wings--higher than ever springs
The beam of day, to see, and tell of things
Invisible to mortal ken.

O'er earth thy numbers shall not cease to roll
Till man to live, who to them hearkened;
Thy fame, no less immortal than thy soul,
Shall shine when yon proud sun is darkened.
Thee, now, methinks, I see, O bard divine!
Where ripen no fair joys that are not thine,
And God's full love is pleased on thee to shine,
Still by the heavenly Muses fired,
And starred among the angelic minstrel band,
The sacred lyre thou sway'st with sovereign hand,
While seraphs, in awed rapture, round thee stand,
As one by God himself inspired.

Sublime Beethoven, wizard king of sound,
Once exiled from thy realm, yet not discrowned--
Assist me; since my spirit, thrilling
With thy surpassing strains, is mute, spell bound;
For through the hush of years they still resound,
With music weird my spent ear filling.
When Silence clasped thee in her dismal spell,
And Earth born Music sang her sad farewell;
Thy mighty Genius, as in scorn,
Arose in silent majesty to dwell,
Where from symphonic spheres thou heard'st to swell,
As on celestial breezes borne,
Sounds, scarce by angels heard, e'en in their dreams;
Which, at thy bidding, wrought a thousand themes,
And pouring down in rich pellucid streams,
Filled organ grand and resonant horn;
With rarest sweetness touched each dulcet string,
Made martial bugle and bold clarion ring,
Soft flute provoked like the lone bird of spring,
To warble lays of love forlorn;
Woke shrilly reed to many a pastoral note
Thrilled witching lyre and lips melodious smote,
Till earth, in tuneful ether, seemed to float--
As when first sang the stars of morn!
Till wondering angels were entranced to chime,
With harp and choral tongue, thy strains sublime
And bear thy soul beyond the reach of time,
Heaven's halls harmonious to adorn.

Ah, me! could I with ken angelic, scan
Celestial glories hid from mortal man,
I'd deem this night a day supernal!
Could music, borne from some far singing sphere,
Float sweetly down and th