Chapter XLVI

Then low, on bended knees, he drops to own
The Heaven-born vision, and his soul declare;
His wife and children, near him kneeling down,
Send up their hearts upon the wings of prayer;
The dusky tribes, in crescent round them shown,
Give ear;--hill, vale and forest listeners are;
Force to each word their faithful echoes lend,
And with their Ruler’s prayers their own ascend.