77. Taormini
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"And Jacob went on his way, and the Angels
of God met
him." |
SAY, hast thou track'd a traveller's round, |
| Nor visions met thee there, |
| Thou couldst but marvel to have found |
| This blighted world so fair? |
And feel an awe within thee rise, |
| That sinful man should see |
| Glories far worthier Seraph's eyes |
| Than to be shared by thee? |
Store them in heart! thou shalt not faint |
| 'Mid coming pains and fears, |
| As the third heaven once nerved a Saint |
| For fourteen trial-years. |
Magnisi.
April 26, 1833. |