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[Principally from a beautiful MS. in the British Museum.]
There on that throne, to which the blind belief
Of millions rais’d him, sat the Prophet-Chief. 11
All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given,
To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven! 14
Believes the form, to which he bends his knee,
Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free. 17
She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
Silently kneeling at the Prophet’s throne. 21
All fire at once the madd’ning zeal she caught;—
Elect of Paradise! blest, rapturous thought! 25