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The bridal of Vaumond | ||
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Is yon another luring ray?Or is it a spark of glorious day?—
Was that the mountain's voice he heard,
Or is it the song of a little bird?—
Hope sprang again to life; and sense
Asserted her omnipotence,
As with wild joy, the cleft he tried—
When he stood on Ætna's giant side!
He could not bear the blazing tide
Even in the forest shade,
But he fell on the earth—and to the Power
That had led him safe, in that awful hour,
With soul o'erflowing pray'd.
The bridal of Vaumond | ||