("Un Jour, Le Morne Esprit.") [Bk. Vi. Vii., Jersey, September, 1855.] One Day, The Sombre Soul, The Prophet Most Sublime At Patmos Who Aye Dreamed, And Tremblingly Perused, Without The Vast Of Time, Words That With Hell-Fire Gleamed, Said To His Eagle: "Bird, Spread Wings For Loftiest Flight - Needs Must I See His Face!" The Eagle Soared. At Length, Far Beyond Day And Night, Lo! The All-Sacred Place! And John Beheld The Way Whereof No Angel Knows The Name, Nor There Hath Trod; And, Lo! The Place Fulfilled With Shadow That Aye Glows Because Of Very God. Nelson R. Tyerman.