I' Vidi In Terra Angelici Costumi. The Effects Of Her Grief. On Earth Reveal'D The Beauties Of The Skies, Angelic Features, It Was Mine To Hail; Features, Which Wake My Mingled Joy And Wail, While All Besides Like Dreams Or Shadows Flies. And Fill'D With Tears I Saw Those Two Bright Eyes, Which Oft Have Turn'D The Sun With Envy Pale; And From Those Lips I Heard--Oh! Such A Tale, As Might Awake Brute Nature'S Sympathies! Wit, Pity, Excellence, And Grief, And Love With Blended Plaint So Sweet A Concert Made, As Ne'er Was Given To Mortal Ear To Prove: And Heaven Itself Such Mute Attention Paid, That Not A Breath Disturb'D The Listening Grove-- Even 'Ther'S Wildest Gales The Tuneful Charm Obey'D. Wrangham. Yes, I Beheld On Earth Angelic Grace, And Charms Divine Which Mortals Rarely See, Such As Both Glad And Pain The Memory; Vain, Light, Unreal Is All Else I Trace: Tears I Saw Shower'D From Those Fine Eyes Apace, Of Which The Sun Ofttimes Might Envious Be; Accents I Heard Sigh'D Forth So Movingly, As To Stay Floods, Or Mountains To Displace. Love And Good Sense, Firmness, With Pity Join'D And Wailful Grief, A Sweeter Concert Made Than Ever Yet Was Pour'D On Human Ear: And Heaven Unto The Music So Inclined, That Not A Leaf Was Seen To Stir The Shade; Such Melody Had Fraught The Winds, The Atmosphere. Nott.