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XLV.
Then he who from his country was expelled,
In silent rapture followed the old man;
And oh! if human eye had power to scan
The pictures of the soul, it had beheld
A sainted image in the Sea-King's mind;
A lovely vision, kept and treasured there,
That, like a diamond shed a chastened glare,
Throughout the casket where it was enshrined.
It was thy lovely form, Otlauga fair,
That, like the struggling beams of rising day,
Tinged with a golden glow the dusky air,—
And from his gloomy soul, chased all the night away.
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