Ere God spake through them; and the Prophetess, To lift the heart's pure gift from her's to Heaven. When Israel's king was troubled, her soft hand Put close, but gently, to his gloomy breast, Reached the dark spirit there, and laid it still, Bound by the chords a shepherd minstrel swept. And since, her countless thousands she has brought To heaven's mild kingdom, happy captives led, By those sweet glowing strings of David's lyre. But oh! her richest, dearest notes to man, In strains aerial over Bethlehem poured, When HE, whose brightness is the light of heaven, To earth descending for a mortal's form, Laid by his glory, save one radiant mark, That moved through space, and o'er the infant hung, He summoned Music to attend him here, Announcing peace below! He called her, too, To sweeten that sad supper, and to twine Her mantle round him, and his few, grieved friends To join their mournful spirits with the hymn, Ere to the Mount of Olives he went out So sorrowful. And now, his blessed word, A sacred pledge, is left to dying man, Then at his second coming in his power, Music shall still be with him; and her voice Sound through the tombs and wake the dead to life! Transcriber's Notes Original spelling has been retained except in the following case: In the poem "The Pilgrim's Way Song" on page 29 "thrist" has been corrected to "thirst" (To drink, and to thirst never more.) The deviation between some items in the table of contents and the actual headings have also been retained. End of Project Gutenberg's Mother's Dream and Other Poems, by Hannah F. Gould