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That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and

pass over. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit

exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths

in the darkness, Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking

and sinking. Then through those realms of shade, in multiplied

reverberations, Heard he that cry of pain, and through the bush

that succeeded Whispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and

saint-like, Gabriel ! O my beloved !” and died away into

silence. Then he beheld, in a dream, once more the home

of his childhood; Green Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers among

them, Village, and mountain, and woodlands; and, walk

ing under their shadow, As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in

his vision. Tears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted

his eyelids, Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt

by his bedside. Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the

accents unuttered Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what

his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling

beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her

bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly

sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are

a casement.

still busy;

Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their

kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's

story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced

neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the

wail of the forest.

THE GOLDEN LEGEND.

1851.

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PROLOGUE.

THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.

Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of the dir,

trying to tear down the Cross.

LUCIFER.

HASTEN! hasten !
Oye spirits !
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air !

VOICES.

O, we cannot !
For around it
All the Saints and Guardian Angels
Throng in legions to protect it;
They defeat us everywhere !

THE BELLS.

Laudo Deum verum !
Plebem voco !
Congrego clerum!

LUCIFER.

Lower! lower !
Hover downward !
Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Clashing, clanging, to the pavement
Hurl them from their windy tower !

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VOL. II.

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