Twas When, O Meekest Eve! Thy Shadows Dim Were Slowly Stealing Round, With More Impassioned Sound Divine Cecilia Sang Her Vesper Hymn, And Swelled The Solemn Chord In Hallelujahs To Thy Name, O Lord! And Now I See Her Raise Rapt Adoration'S Gaze, With Lips Just Opening, And With Humid Eyes Uplifted; Whilst The Strain Now Sinks, Now Swells Again; Now Rising, Seems To Blend With Heaven'S Own Harmonies. But Who Is That, Divinely Fair, With More Than Mortal Beauty In His Mien; With Eyes Of Heavenly Hue And Glistening Hair, His White And Ample Wings Half Seen! O Radiant And Immortal Guest! Why Hast Thou Left Thy Seraph Throng, On Earth The Triumph To Attest Of Beauty, Piety, And Song!