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“ I answer thee, Yes. But a faint heart
Can never accomplish its ends; Put thy trust boldly in him, and be sure
He never forsakes his friends."
While Eleëmon listen'd
He shudder'd inwardly,
And he could then almost have given
His fatal purpose o'er ; But his Good Angel had left him, When he entered the Sorcerer's door.
So in the strength of evil shame,
Into a desperate resolve,
“Let thy Master give me what I seek,
O Servant of Satan,” he said,
Renounce all other aid !
“ Time presses. Cyra is content
To bid the world farewell,
The tenant of a cell.
6 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 That Angels, or that Saints in bliss,
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, Which at the altar she will wear When self-devoted she stands there
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,
66 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,
In the name of Abibas.
“ The 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,
and flourish'd, while the dead
Long had they overtopt the tomb;
Libations thro' the foor.
There on that unblest monument
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; And all the blessed Stars seem'd then
To close their twinkling light; And a shuddering in the elms was heard,
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;
A whirr of unseen wings he heard
Impell’d him through the air.
Fast through the middle sky and far
It hurried him along,