The following beautiful lines are from the Trenton Emporium and true American, and are attributed to the pen of the Editor of that paper. The Vision of Heaven. Painting by Street. Beautiful vision!--There she kneels,/ The scene, the hour to worship given--/ While sweetly o'er her spirit steals/ The light, the song, the bliss of Heaven,/ No cloud of earth is on her brow,/ No earthly hopes are flitting by--/ The dream that wraps her spirit now/ Is borrowed from yon radiant sky. 'Tis not that her young heart is free/ As mountain air or music wild,/ 'Tis not the glow of exstacy/ Joy flings o'er fortune's favored child--/ 'Tis not that nature there breathes out/ Her worship in the waterfall--/ And all its beautiful about--/ And she, most beautiful of all. . . . Oh, no!--the leaping spirit there--/ Forgot its prison-house of clay--/ Far, far beyond this world of care/ Wings now its blissful flight away-- . . . Sweet vision of embodied thought,/ To earth's low scenes in beauty given--/ How is thine angel image fraught/ With all we know or dream of Heaven!/ Still to our sphere the lustre give/ Of that sweet smile and heaven lit eye,/ And thou shalt teach us how to live,/ And learn us how to die. DELTA. [P. 6.]
Catalogue of Robert Street's Exhibition, at the Artists' Fund Hall, Chestnut Street, above Tenth, of Upwards of 200 Oil Paintings, all executed by himself, with the exception of those by deceased, or Old Masters. Philadelphia: Printed by J. Young, Black Horse Alley. 1840.