...latter years ; An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theater, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra...fro, Flapping from out their Condor winga Invisible Woe! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore,...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they, who ccme and go At bidding of vast formless thing s That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears. Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...gala night Within tlie lonesome latter years' An angel throng. hewinged, Ivdight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfullv The muMc of the spheres. Mimes in the form of God on high. Mutter and nunnlile low, And hither...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...night Within the lonesome latter years : A•1 angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres." Can the exquisite yet awful imagery of this poem, full as it is of theatre memories, — mimes, puppets,...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theater, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased...

...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go Al bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Hupping from out their Condor...