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But cold his feet, and cold his hands;
And at his heart there lay
An icy coldness unrelieved,
A long, long day! It past away
In dreadful expectation;
From outward molestation.
Nor sight appear’d, nor voice was heard,
The Spirits of the Air
Suggestions of despair.
And he in strong endeavour still Against them strove with earnest will;
Heart-piercing was his cry, Heart-breathed his groaning; but it seem'd
That the source of tears was dry.
And now had evening closed;
The dim lamp-light alone On the stone cross, and the marble walls, And the shrines of the Martyrs, shone.
Before the Cross Eleëmon lay:
His knees were on the ground;
Itself, he had not found.
But on the steps of the pedestal
His lifted hands were laid ;
A strong temptation of the Fiend,
Had faithfully put by;
« Oh that mine eyes were fountains !
If the good grace of Heaven
Might hope to be forgiven !”
To that meek prayer a short loud laugh
From fiendish lips replied :
Close at his ear he felt it,
From the four walls and the vaulted roof
A shout of mockery rung; And the echoing ground repeated the sound, Which peal'd above, and below, and around,
From many a fiendish tongue.
The lamps went out at that hideous shout,
But darkness had there no place, For the room was fill’d with a lurid light
That came from a Demon's face.
A dreadful face it was, .
Before the dolorous Throne.
“ Eleëmon! Eleëmon ! !”
6 And still thou mightest have had,
Thine after-days to bless, Health, wealth, long life, and whatsoe'er
The World calls happiness.
“ Fool, to forego thine earthly joys,
Who hast no hope beyond !
When I sue thee upon the Bond.
“ Remember I deceived thee not ;
Nor had I tempted thee;
And didst act knowingly!
“ I told thee thou might'st vainly think
To cheat me by contrition, When thou wert written down among
The Children of Perdition !
6. So help me, Satan !' were thy words
When thou didst this allow;
And I will have thee now!”
At the words of the Fiend, from the floor
Eleëmon in agony sprung ;
And to the Cross he clung.
And then it seem'd as if he drew,
A hope he had not known.
So when the Demon ceased,
But looking upward, he
“ All, all, to Thee, my Lord
And Saviour, I confess! And I know that Thou canst cleanse me
From all unrighteousness!
“ I have turned away
from In Thee do I put my trust, To such Thou hast promised forgiveness,
And Thou art faithful and just !”
With that the Demon disappear'd,
Nor voice, nor vision more
He stirr'd not from his station,
At morn, he found him there.
Well might the Bishop see what he
Had undergone that night ;
of mind Had made his dark hair white.