NATURAL RELIGION

Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air
I cried to God--'O Father, art Thou there?'
Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard:
It was an angel, though it seemed a bird.




FAITH REBORN

'The old gods pass,' the cry goes round;
'Lo! how their temples strew the ground';
Nor mark we where, on new-fledged wings,
Faith, like the phoenix, soars and sings.




HESPERIDES

Men say--beyond the western seas
The happy isles no longer glow,
No sailor sights Hesperides,
All that was long ago.