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Twice in the zenith blazed the orb of light;
And all on deck, kindling to life again,
“Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence
The sails were furled: with many a melting close,
Chosen of Men! 'Twas thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light;
Ex ligno lucido confectum, et arte mirâ laboratum. P. Martyr. dec. i. 5.
+ The Simoom.
(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
gaze in vain! -But mark and speak not, there it comes again! It moves !—what form unseen, what being there With torch-like lustre fires the murky air? His instincts, passions, say, how like our own? Oh! when will day reveal a world unknown?"