Now Was The Sun So Station'd, As When First
His Early Radiance Quivers On The Heights,
Where Stream'd His Maker's Blood, While Libra Hangs
Above Hesperian Ebro, And New Fires
Meridian Flash On Ganges' Yellow Tide.
So Day Was Sinking, When The' Angel Of God
Appear'd Before Us. Joy Was In His Mien.
Forth Of The Flame He Stood Upon The Brink,
And With A Voice, Whose Lively Clearness Far
Surpass'd Our Human, "Blessed Are The Pure
In Heart," He Sang: Then Near Him As We Came,
"Go Ye Not Further, Holy Spirits!" He Cried,
"Ere The Fire Pierce You: Enter In; And List
Attentive To The Song Ye Hear From Thence."