LXXI.

It was a fearful, yet a glorious thing To hear that hymn of martyrdom, and know That its glad stream of melody could spring Up from th’ unsounded gulfs of human woe! Alvar! Theresa!--what is deep? what strong? --God’s breath within the soul! It fill’d that song From your victorious voices! But the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased: Faint grew the sounds--more faint: I listen’d--they had ceased!