Oh none are so absorbd as not

Oh! none are so absorb’d, as not to feel
Sweet thoughts like music coming o’er the mind:
When prayer, the purest incense of a soul,
Hath risen to the throne of heaven, the heart
Is mellow’d, and the shadows that becloud
Our state of darken’d being, glide away;…
~Robert Montgomery, “Beautiful Influences,” A Universal Prayer; Death; A Vision of Heaven; and A Vision of Hell; &c. &c., 1829TPVgb, QE2