Chapter 147 of 482 · 69 words · ~1 min read

XXVI.

But fill’d with holier joy the Persian stood, In silent reverence, on the mountain’s brow, At early dayspring, while the expanding flood Of radiance burst around, above, below-- Bright, boundless as eternity: he gazed Till his full soul, imbibing heaven, o’erflow’d In worship of th’ Invisible, and praised In thee, O Sun! the symbol and abode Of life, and power, and excellence--the throne Where dwelt the Unapproach’d, resplendently alone.[146]