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- His raised right hand--seven stars; his countenance As the bright sun, that shineth in his strength; And yet serene as the descending day. It was the Lord: the old man at his feet Fell down as dead; the apparition stood Glorious above his head, and spoke: Fear not; I am the first and last; the last and first: Lo, I am he that liveth, and was dead: 90 And now, behold, I live for evermore-- For evermore, and have the keys of hell And death![119] The glory passed--and all around Is still as death: the old man sinks to earth, Astonied, faint, and pale. When the slow sense Struggled to recollection, he looked around, Yet trembling; but no voice was heard; no form Stood, bending in its glory, o'er him. Then seemed the hills of that forsaken isle 100 More dreary; and the promontories bare Lifted their weather-beaten brows more dark And desolate. Back to his lonely cave The old man passed; and, wrapped in thoughts of heaven, Lifted in prayer his clasped emaciate hands; 105 Then on his bed of rushes in the cave Lay down to rest till dawn. What was his dream? He saw again, as when the rocks were rent, And "darkness at midday was o'er the land," His Saviour calmly bowing his meek head 110 Upon the cross: he heard that thrilling voice Even from the cross, Woman, behold thy son! Son, look upon thy mother! Then he saw The forms of those whom he had loved on earth, And heard their voices still; and stood entranced, With Peter and with James, upon the mount Of glorious vision; now he saw, in dreams, Again the glistening apparition rise, And stand above him. He has tarried long 120 And lonely in the world: the vision comes To animate his hopes--to say, Live, live With me, for evermore! And, lo, the keys! This opens the bright mansions of the blessed; This closes the eternal gates of hell, Upon the gnashing of the teeth, and groans Unutterable. So the Saviour spoke, As seemed in his sleep. Ah! the stern shade Of murdered Caesar rises: Art thou dead, King of the world? for this didst thou proclaim 130 Thyself a god--a living god on earth?[120] Let the pit hide
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