But, when Ereenia saw the Sire appear, At that unwonted and unwelcome sight His heart receiv'd a sudden shock of fear: Thy presence doth its doleful tidings tell, O Father! cried the startled Glendoveer, The dreadful hour is near! I know it well! Not for less import would the Sire of Gods Forsake his ancient and august abodes.

Even so, serene the immortal Sire replies; Soon like an earthquake will ye feel the blow Which consummates the mighty sacrifice: And this World, and its Heaven, and all therein Are then Kehama's. To the second ring Of these seven Spheres, the Swerga-King, Even now, prepares for flight

Beyond the circle of the conquer'd world,

Beyond the Rajah's might.

Ocean, that clips this inmost of the Spheres,

And girds it round with everlasting roar,
Set like a gem appears

Within that bending shore.

Thither fly all the Sons of heavenly race: I, too, forsake mine ancient dwelling-place. And now, O Child and Father, ye must go, up the burthen of your woe,

Take

And wander once again below.

With patient heart hold onward to the end,... Be true unto yourselves, and bear in mind That every God is still the good Man's friend; And they, who suffer bravely, save mankind.

Oh tell me, cried Ereenia, for from thee Naught can be hidden, when the end will be!

Seek not to know, old Casyapa replied,
What pleaseth Heaven to hide.

Dark is the abyss of Time,

But light enough to guide your steps is given;

Whatever weal or woe betide,

Turn never from the way of truth aside,

And leave the event, in holy hope, to Heaven.

The moment is at hand, no more delay, Ascend the etherial bark, and go your way; And Ye, of heavenly nature, follow me.

The will of Heaven be done, Ladurlad cried,
Nor more the man replied;

But placed his daughter in the etherial Bark,
Then took his seat beside.

There was no word at parting, no adieu. Down from that empyreal height they flew: One groan Ladurlad breath'd, yet uttered not, When, to his heart and brain,

The fiery Curse again like lightning shot. And now on earth the Sire and Child alight, Up soar'd the Ship of Heaven,and sail'daway from sight.

O ye immortal Bowers,

Where hitherto the Hours

Have led their dance of happiness for aye,
With what a sense of woe

Do ye expect the blow,

And see your heavenly dwellers driven away! Lo! where the aunnay-birds of graceful mien, Whose milk-white forms were seen,

Lovely as Nymphs, your ancient trees between, And by your silent springs,

With melancholy cry,

Now spread unwilling wings;

Their stately necks reluctant they protend,
And through the sullen sky,

To other worlds, their mournful progress bend.
The affrighted gales to-day

O'er their beloved streams no longer play,

The streams of Paradise have ceas'd to flow; The Fountain-Tree withholds its diamond shower,

In this portentous hour,..

This dolorous hour,.. this universal woe. Where is the Palace, whose far-flashing beams, With streaks and streams of ever-varying light,

Brighten'd the polar night

Around the frozen North's extremest shore?

Gone like a morning rainbow,.. like a dream,..

A star that shoots and falls, and then is seen no more.

Now! now!... Before the Golden Palaces,

The Bramin strikes the inevitable hour.

The fatal blow is given,

That over Earth and Heaven

Confirms the Almighty Rajah in his power.
All evil Spirits then,

That roam the World about,

Or wander through the sky,

Set up a joyful shout.

The Asuras and the Giants join the cry,

The damn'd in Padalon acclaim

Their hop'd Deliverer's name ;

Heaven trembles with the thunder-drowning sound; Back starts affrighted Ocean from the shore, And the adamantine vaults, and brazen floor

Of Hell, are shaken with the roar.

Up rose the Rajah through the conquer'd sky,