“A mightier wizard far than I
Wields o'er the universe his power;
Him owns the eagle in the sky,
The turtle in the bower.
Chanceful in shape, yet mightiest still,
He wields the heart of man at will,
From ill to good, from good, to ill,
In cot and castle-tower.”
“Speak not thus darkly,” said the youth, colouring so deeply, that
face, neck, and hands were in a sanguine glow; “make me sensible of thy
purpose.”