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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Invocation
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I called on dreams and visions, to disclose
That which is veil`d from waking thought; conjured
Eternity, as men constrain a ghost
To appear and answer. ~ WORDSWORTH. 


Answer me, burning stars of night!
  Where is the spirit gone,
That past the reach of human sight,
  As a swift breeze hath flown?–
And the stars answer`d me–"We roll
  In light and power on high;
But, of the never-dying soul,
  Ask that which cannot die." 

Oh! many-toned and chainless wind!
  Thou art a wanderer free;
Tell me if thou its place canst find,
  Far over mount and sea?–
And the wind murmur`d in reply,
  "The blue deep I have cross`d,
And met its barks and billows high,
  But not what thou hast lost." 

Ye clouds, that gorgeously repose
  Around the setting sun,
Answer! have ye a home for those
  Whose earthly race is run?
The bright clouds answer`d–"We depart,
  We vanish from the sky;
Ask what is deathless in thy heart,
  For that which cannot die." 

Speak then, thou voice of God within,
  Thou of the deep, low tone!
Answer me, thro` life`s restless din,
  Where is the spirit flown?
And the voice answer`d–"Be thou still!
  Enough to know is given;
Clouds, winds, and stars their part fulfil,
  Thine is to trust in Heaven."
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