The frith that glittered like a warrior's shield, Are vanished; - gladness ceases in the groves, coves. "But is that gloom dissolved? how passing clear Proof shalt thou furnish that misfortune, pain, And sorrow, have confirmed thy native right to reign. "But, not to overlook what thou may'st know, Thy enemies are neither weak nor few, And circumspect must be our course, and slow, Dismiss thy followers;- let them calmly wait As I already have in thought devised; And which, with caution due, may soon be realised." The Story tells what courses were pursued, Rose, and, to consummate this just intent, Then to his people cried, "Receive your Lord, stored!" The People answered with a loud acclaim: Yet more ;-heart-smitten by the heroic deed, The reinstated Artegal became Earth's noblest penitent; from bondage freed Or shake his high desert. Long did he reign; and, when he died, the tear Thus was a Brother by a Brother saved; A thing of no esteem And, from this triumph of affection pure, He bore the lasting name of “pious Elidure !” |