XXXII.

Oh, rapturous embrace! oh, tenfold joy, All sweeter for the racking grief sustained. Salustian shook with transport to destroy, Upon the cliff where he perforce remained, By iron bonds of age and sickness chained. But swift sweet Isabel to cheer him flew, Like beauteous fawn, and soon the summit gained, And wept with bliss, and on her bosom true The old man’s weary head sustained, and kist anew.