O SYLVAN Prophet! whose eternal Fame Echoes from @3Judah's@1 Hills and @3Jordan's@1 Stream, The Musick of our Numbers raise, And tune our Voices to thy Praise. A Messenger from high @3Olympus@1 came To bear the Tidings of thy Life and Name, And told thy Sire each Prodigy That Heav'n design'd to work in thee. Hearing the News, and doubting in Surprize, His faltering Speech in fetter'd Accent dy's; But Providence, with happy Choice, In thee restor'd thy Father's Voice. In the Recess of Nature's dark Abode, Though still enclos'd, yet knewest thou thy God; Whilst each glad Parent told and blest The Secrets of each other's Breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |