It set but spurs unto his zeal:
"O Christ, and didst thou see
My brother in this torment gasp,
And through my cruelty!"

His short-lived might sank with the light;

Black turned the red-hot day; He scarce could drag to Anselm's lair

His heavy limbs away.

He heard a sound; he felt a light;
He deemed it was the dawn.
He oped his eyes; and, lo! the veil
Of glory was withdrawn;

A radiance brighter than the sun,
And sweeter than the moon,
Showed earth a part of heaven! He
sighed,

66

"Tis a God-granted boon,

"A vision sent to cheer my soul,
A glimpse of Paradise!
O, fade not yet! A moment more,
Ere to my toil I rise."

A quivering fanned the air; and shapes

Like winged Joys stood round. "Arise!" they said. He rose and left

His body on the ground,

His weariness and age. Surprised
With sudden buoyancy

And ease, he turned and saw aghast
His ghastly effigy.

"Tis but a dream!" ""Tis heaven." "For me?

Not yet! not yet!" he said; "I am a traitor! Give me time! O, let me not be dead!