And there unfolds His majesty.Hell cannot bear the bright array,For, since her first created day.
"The prize long destined, now receive from me;That blest one will be safe from ev'ry ill,
If I do, or leave my task;I but feel a speechless yearning,
Godlike and renowned.
And the son added himself:--"My father, O give her! My heart hasChosen purely and truly: she'll make you an excellent daughter."
DOCTOR MARINAS.(In the highest, purest cell.)
With costly wines well stor'd;No more the glad maid with her pitcher