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lvi.

."The light white cloud swam over us. Anon

We heard the lion roaring in his den;
We saw the large white stars rise one by one,
Or, from the darken'd glen,

lvii.

"Saw God divide the night with flying flame,

And thunder on the everlasting hills.
I heard Him, for He spake, and grief became
A solemn scorn of ills.

lviii.

"When the next moon was roll'd into the sky,

Strength came to me that equall'd my desire.
How beautiful a thing it was to die
For God and for my sire!

lix.

"It comforts me in this one thought to dwell,

That I subdued me to my father's will;
Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell,
Sweetens the spirit still.