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XXVI.
Jesu! at once the rolling thunder ceased;The clouds 'gan part, and gather towards the east;
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Once more on mountain and on stream to shine;
And, while bright showers were glancing down the gale,
A gorgeous Rainbow spanned the glittering vale!
No longer gazed on as the bridge of gods,
By which Immortals reach their sky-abodes,
But now believed a holy sign to be,
The pledge of peace to men, of joy to me!
Beneath its arch of glory, darkly stood
That Castle strong, begirt with wave and wood,
Which held, I knew, the all of human birth
I longed to meet with now on God's good earth.
And lo! from forth its portal—while the bow
Of heaven above them kept its freshest glow—
Issued a long bright train of maidens fair:
I asked not, Harold, if my Love were there—
But flew, and, kneeling, clasped, on Glen's green side,
The fair hand of my beauteous Saxon Bride!
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