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Himself your guide! and yours the high behest,
-Was it for this I lingered life away,
At length among us came an unknown Voice! “Go, if ye will ; and, if ye can, rejoice. Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share. In his own shape shall Death receive you there."
Twice in the zenith blazed the orb of light ;
“Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence
* Ex ligno lucido confectuin, et arte mirâ laboratum. P. Martyr. dec. 3. 5.
Sons of the desert! who delight to dwell
pomp be passed, Fall to the demon in the redd’ning blast.*
The sails were furled ; with many a melting close, Solemn and slow the evening-anthem rose, Rose to the Virgin. 'Twas the hour of day, When setting suns o’er summer-seas display A path of glory, opening in the west To golden climes, and islands of the blest ; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there!
Chosen of Men! 'Twas thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light ; (Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Enters the soul and makes the darkness day!) “ PEDRO! RODRIGO! there, methought, it shone ! There—in the west! and now, alas, 'tis gone!'Twas all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain! -But mark and speak not, there it comes again!
* The Simoom.