Yesterday, to-day, and for ever : a poem, in twelve books . Incessant; and, denied ubiquity, Yet seemd the more to multiply himself, 700 And almost with the speed of thought to be(For narrow is the breadth of earth to spiritsAccustomd to celestial latitudes)Where most the struggle lackd his puissant archangelic counsel. Nor the less,When to the heaven of heavens the sons of GodWere summond, sate he on his ducal was his name, well earnd;And well by all his ministers of stateAnd legions seconded. 710 VI.] THE EMPIRE OF DARKNESS. 209 Yet deem not weOn Gods behalf were
Yesterday, to-day, and for ever : a poem, in twelve books . Incessant; and, denied ubiquity, Yet seemd the more to multiply himself, 700 And almost with the speed of thought to be(For narrow is the breadth of earth to spiritsAccustomd to celestial latitudes)Where most the struggle lackd his puissant archangelic counsel. Nor the less,When to the heaven of heavens the sons of GodWere summond, sate he on his ducal was his name, well earnd;And well by all his ministers of stateAnd legions seconded. 710 VI.] THE EMPIRE OF DARKNESS. 209 Yet deem not weOn Gods behalf were idle. Oer the worldDeath reignd, but underneath its sable shroudLife wrought in secret, as serenest gemsIn darkest caverns oft are found anneald,Crystalline amethysts, or roseate quartz,The pure quintessence of incumbent rocksDistUld by extinct fires. And it was oursTo watch these priceless jewels carved and set,As finishd, in that diadem of glory,Wherewith in fulness of predestined time 720 Messiah shaU appear for ever crownd. END OF THE BOOK. Id. Book Sebcnt]^. REDEMPTION. As one, who having climbd the livelong day,Not unaccompanied by friendly steps,From the rock-girdled marge of gay LucerneBy Altorf s memorable walls, and glensThrough which the headlong Reuss rushes under skyey Hospenthal one hourSojourning, stands at last with weary feetUpon the summit of Saint Gotthards wilds,And sees the intricate ravines, that slopeDown to the sunny vales of Italy,And smiles to see them, yet before he wendsAlong the young Ticinos purling brook,Pauses, and with inquisitive retiospectSpeaks with the toilworn comrade by his sideOf defiles they have passd to right and left,And chasms, and rainbow-haunted cataracts. REDEMPTION. 211 And vistas through the dawning hills, the which Their onward track forbade their steps explore ; — So paused Oriel, my guardian, here. And long We spake of sacred stories, such as oft 20 In pilgrim days I loved to meditate, Now by his transi
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