For this alone exists—like lightning-fire,
To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire! 94
And they beheld an orb, ample and bright,
Rise from the Holy Well. 98
And led her glittering forth before the eyes
Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice. 102
And death and conflagration throughout all
The desolate city hold high festival! 104
“There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star—
Ye _would_ be dupes and victims, and ye _are_.” 109
He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said—
Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head. 113
“And pray that He may pardon her,—may take
Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake.” 117