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nt, To mark his features. Dignity serene Was on that face; and as the freshening airs Stirred the dark locks that clustered round his brow, A faint rose mantled on his cheek; his cloak, Gathered upon his breast, descending touched 100 His sandals; whilst, with more majestic mien, Pointing to Asia's hills, he spoke again: Old man, lift up thine eyes--turn to the east: 103 How fair, with tower and turret, by the stream Of clear Cayister, shines that Ephesus, The "angel" of whose "golden candlestick" Here droops in banishment! Hail, Smyrna, hail! Beneath thy towers, and piers, and bastions, Far-seen through intermingled cypresses, 110 Ships from all nations, with their ensigns, float Silent; but, lo! a purer light from heaven Is on thy walls, while from the citadel Streams the triumphant banner of the Cross. And beautiful thy sisters of the faith,[137] First, in the east, when the wide world was dark, Laodicea, Philadelphia, And Pergamos, and Thyatira, shine, While Sardis, at the foot of Tmolus high, Seems from the wildering plains below, to gleam 120 Like a still star that guides the sailor's way O'er Adria![138] But, alas! here Antichrist Shall rise with power, permitted from on high! Mourn, Ephesus, thy glory and thy light Extinguished! Sardis,[139] Thyatira, mourn: Yet the blessed kingdom of the Lamb again Shall be restored, and all the earth bow down To the "unarmed Conqueror of the world."[140] Turn to the south, there are the pines of Crete, And, hark! the frantic Coribantes[141] shout 130 To Cybele, the mother of the gods, Drawn, by gaunt lions, in her car: they move In stern subjection, and with foot-fall slow, And shaggy necks hung down, though their red eyes 134 Flash fire beneath; silent and slow they pace. 'Mid cymbals, shouts, and songs, and clashing swords, Pipes, and the dissonance of brazen drums, She bears aloft her calm brow, turreted. JOHN. Oh, pomp of proud and dire idolatry! Crete, other sounds thy sister-island heard, 140 Far other sounds, when, on his seat of power, Amid the altars of the Queen of Love,[142] The Christian faith there touched a heathen's heart
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