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“ Thus hath her father will’d, that so
A life of rigour here below
May fit her for the skies ;
His costliest sacrifice.
“ The admiring people say of this
The holy thought inspire;
And he a happy Sire.
“ Through Cappadocia far and wide
The news hath found its way,
To attend the solemn day.
“ The robes are ready, rich with gold,
Even like a bridal dress,
In all her loveliness.
And that coarse habit too, which she
Must then put on, is made,
“ This night, . . this precious night is ours,
Late, late, I come to you;
Prepared to dare and do."
“ Thou hast hesitated long !” said Abibas,
" And thou hast done amiss,
That it never might come to this !
“ But thou hast chosen thy part, and here thou art ;
And thou shalt have thy desire;
And tho' at the eleventh hour Thou hast come to serve our Prince of Power,
He will give thee in full thine hire.
“ These Tablets take;" (he wrote as he spake,)
“My letters, which thou art to bear,
Wherein I shall commend thee
“Go from the North Gate out, and take
On a Pagan's tomb thy stand;
The Tablets in thy hand ;
“ And call the Spirits of the Air, That they my messenger may
bear To the place whither he would pass, And there present him to their Prince
In the name of Abibas.
passage will be swift and safe,
No danger awaits thee beyond;
And hereafter to pay the Bond.”
SHUNNING human sight, like a thief in the night,
Eleëmon made no delay,
Beside the public way.
Inclosed with barren elms it stood,
There planted when the dead
Had been deposited.
And thrice ten years those barren trees,
Enjoying light and air,
In darkness moulder'd there.
Long had they overtopt the tomb ;
Libations thro' the Aoor.
There on that unblest monunient
The young man took his stand,
In his uplifted hand.
A courage not his own he felt,
A wicked fortitude,
That hour his heart endued.
The rising Moon grew pale in heaven
At that unhappy sight;
To close their twinkling light;
Tho' winds were still that night.
He call’d the Spirits of the Air,
He call'd them in the name
A strong hand which he could not see
Took his uplifted hand;
Y A whirr of unseen wings he heard
About him every where, Which onward with a mighty force,
Impell’d him through the air.
Fast through the middle sky and far
It hurried him along,
The Lightning travels not so fast,
The Sunbeams not so far;
The Moon and every Star.
And still erect as on the tomb
In impious act he stood, Is he rapt onward ... onward . still
In that fix'd attitude.
But as he from the living world
Were dimly visible;
1 Shapeless, and scarce to be descried
În darkness where they flew; But still as they advanced, the more
And more distinct they grew:
And when their way fast-speeding they
Thro' their own region went, Then were they in their substance seen, The angelic form, the fiendish mien,
Face, look and lineament.
Behold where dawns before them now,
Far off, the boreal ray,
The limit of their way.