XLVI

But whose transmitted effluence cannot die

      So long as fire outlives the parent spark,

      Rose, robed in dazzling immortality.

      'Thou art become as one of us,' they cry,

      'It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long

      Swung blind in unascended majesty,

      Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song.

Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!'