"But then, celestial warriors, then, when all "Earth's shrines and thrones before our banner fall; "When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down "His broken chain, the tyrant Lord his crown, "The Priest his book, the Conqueror his wreath, "And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze "That whole dark pile of human mockeries; — "Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing! "Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow "Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now, "And gladden'd Earth shall, through her wide expanse, "Bask in the glories of this countenance ! "For thee, young warrior, welcome!-thou hast yet "Some tasks to learn, some frailties to forget, "Ere the white war-plume o'er thy brow can wave; 66 But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!" The pomp is at an end-the crowds are gone- Of that deep voice, which thrill'd like ALLA's own! But there was one, among the chosen maids, She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known, Ah ZELICA! there was a time, when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from ev'ry look of his; |