mildness would defy Its fiercest rage, and brave its sternest will, When fenced by power and master of the world. Thou art sincere and good; of resolute mind, Free from heart-withering custom's cold control, 585 Of passion lofty, pure and unsubdued. Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee, And therefore art thou worthy of the boon Which thou hast now received: virtue shall keep Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod, 590 And many days of beaming hope shall bless Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love. Go, happy one, and give that bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch        Light, life and rapture from thy smile. 595 The Daemon called its winged ministers. Speechless with bliss the Spirit mounts the car, That rolled beside the crystal battlement, Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness. The burning wheels inflame 600 The steep descent of Heaven's untrodden way. Fast and far the chariot flew:        The mighty globes that rolled Around the gate of the Eternal Fane Lessened by slow degrees, and soon appeared 605 Such tiny twinklers as the planet orbs That ministering on the solar power With borrowed light pursued their narrower way.        Earth floated then below:        The chariot paused a moment; 610 The Spirit then descended:        And from the earth departing The shadows with swift wings Speeded like thought upon the light of Heaven. The Body and the Soul united then, 615 A gentle start convulsed Ianthe's frame:      Her veiny eyelids quietly unclosed; Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remained:      She looked around in wonder and beheld Henry, who kneeled in silence by her couch, 620 Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love, And the bright beaming stars That through the casement shone. 

   

   

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