Chapter XLII

At once he cried, “I see! I see the seer!
His very form, his very shape and air!
By yonder fount;--the same his robes appear;
The same his radiant eyes and flowing hair;
Mary! my children! come! his accents hear;
See age and youth one heavenly beauty share!”
They with him moved, (yet ne’er the vision saw,)
Until the father paused, transfixed in sacred awe.