"The harp of Zion" Part 2
Earlier this week I went over John Lyon's life and some of his work from "The harp of Zion." I felt that I have not shared enough of his poems and that Lyon's work deserved another look. Eulogy To Miss Eliza R Snow Eliza Snow is the queen of the muse; For the tones of her mystic Lyre Would soothe the rage of the savage breast, And the fainting heart inspire! Well may the Saints rejoice, and sing Her sweet numbers as they flow; From east to west search this world around, Who sings like our sister Snow? Her strains of heavenly rapture sweet, With valorous deeds engage; When fired by wrongs and oppressive might, She sings like a Grecian sage! In Herculean strength, her verse is strung; Her words, like a giant's blow. Would kill the blackest venomed heart : — None sing like our sister Snow! A friend of man, and right is she, And a foe to priestcraft's hu'e. Her satire keen would pierce the heart; Her pathos melts like fire. Alike o'er desert, hill, a...