Addressed to the Same.

 Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;   He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,   Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring.   The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:   And lo!--whose stedfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart   Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart,   And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?------------   Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.