with which Cain's daughters implore their angels is psychologically an exact parallel to Miss Miller's poem.

Anah:72 Seraph! From thy sphere! Whatever star "contains thy glory.

In the eternal depths of heaven Albeit thou watchest with the 'seven,' Though through space infinite and hoary Before thy bright wings worlds will be driven,

Yet hear! Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!

And though she nothing is to thee, Yet think that thou art all to her.

Eternity is in thy years, Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes; With me thou canst not sympathize, Except in love, and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies. Thou walkest thy many worlds," thou seest The face of him who made thee great, As he hath made of me the least Of those cast out from Eden's gate; Yet, Seraph, dear! Oh hear! For thou hast loved me, and I would not die Until I know what I must die in knowing, That thou forgettest in thine eternity Her whose heart death could not keep from o'erflowing For thee, immortal essence as thou art," Great is their love who love in sin and fear; And such, I feel, are waging in my heart A war unworthy: to an Adamite