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- poureth on the waters; and stars come out of night’s black concave at
his great command. In him is hope for all; for all, unbounded joys.
Fast locked in his loved clasp, no doubts dismay. He opes the eye of
faith and shuts the eye of fear. He is all we pray for, and beyond;
all, that in the wildest hour of ecstasy, rapt fancy paints in bright
Auroras upon the soul’s wide, boundless Orient!”
“Oh, Alma, Alma! prince divine!” cried Babbalanja, sinking on his
knees—“in _thee_, at last, I find repose. Hope perches in my heart a
dove;—a thousand rays illume;—all Heaven’s a sun. Gone, gone! are all
distracting doubts. Love and Alma now prevail. I see with other
eyes:—Are these my hands? What wild, wild dreams were mine;—I have been
mad. Some things there are, we must not think of. Beyond one obvious
mark, all human lore is vain. Where have I lived till now? Had dark
Maramma’s zealot tribe but murmured to me as this old man, long since
had I, been wise! Reason no longer domineers; but still doth speak. All
I have said ere this, that wars with Alma’s precepts, I here recant.
Here I kneel, and own great Oro and his sovereign son.”
“And here another kneels and prays,” cried Yoomy.
“In Alma all my dreams are found, my inner longings for the Love
supreme, that prompts my every verse. Summer is in my soul.”
“Nor now, too late for these gray hairs,” cried Mohi, with devotion.
“Alma, thy breath is on my soul. I see bright light.”
“No more a demigod,” cried Media, “but a subject to our common chief.
No more shall dismal cries be heard from Odo’s groves. Alma, I am
thine.”
With swimming eyes the old man kneeled; and round him grouped king,
sage, gray hairs, and youth.
There, as they kneeled, and as the old man blessed them, the setting
sun burst forth from mists, gilded the island round about, shed rays
upon their heads, and went down in a glory—all the East radiant with
red burnings, like an altar-fire.
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