A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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We heard the lion roaring in his den;
We saw the large white stars rise one by one,
Or, from the darken'd glen,
lvii.
And thunder on the everlasting hills.
I heard Him, for He spake, and grief became
A solemn scorn of ills.
lviii.
Strength came to me that equall'd my desire.
How beautiful a thing it was to die
For God and for my sire!
lix.
That I subdued me to my father's will;
Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell,
Sweetens the spirit still.