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 122. Waiting for the Morning  "Quoddam quasi pratum, in quo animæ nihil patiebantur, sed  manebant, nondum idoneæ Visioni Beatæ" Bedæ Hist. v.   THEY are at rest: We may not stir the heaven of their repose With loud-voiced grief, or passionate request,  Or selfish plaint for those Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie, And hear the fourfold river, as it hurries by.   They hear it sweep In distance down the dark and savage vale; But they at eddying pool or current deep  Shall never more grow pale; They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall   flow.   And soothing sounds Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide; Posted along the haunted garden's bounds  Angelic forms abide, Echoing, as words of watch, o'er lawn and grove, The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above.  Oxford .  1835.