Night! oh, what bliss were the night!For then thou o'ershadow'st the lustre,Dazzling and fair, of the moon.
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Three knights then advance, riding all in a group,
Ye, by toil on toil so sorely tried,Comfort take, the All is purified;And now man, as priest, may boldly dareFrom the stone God's image to prepare.
All the seven planets open throw
And in gentle cloudlets chase;To the vineleaf's safe retreat
To join me in a bond with rapture crown'd.Did I not see thee, when a stripling, yearningTo welcome me with tears, heartfelt and burning?"
THE YOUNGER ANGELS.
Shed their soft light.Spirits of heav'nly birth,Fairer than sons of earth,Quivering emotions true
And the bold must humbly bow;Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,