The Lord of life then bade His angels bear That saint beloved over the beating waves, And gently carry him upon their breasts Under the Father's care across the floods, While sleep was on him weary of the sea. So journeying through the air he reached the land And came unto the city, which the King Of angels bade him seek; the messengers Departed joyful to their home on high. 830 They left the holy man, that gracious saint, Beside the highway, 'neath the vault of heaven, Peacefully sleeping near the city wall And near his foes malignant all night long, 'Till God sent forth the candle of the day Brightly to shine. Vanished the shadows dark Beneath the welkin; then the torch of heaven, The clear light of the sky, came forth and shone Above the town. The warrior brave awoke And gazed upon the fields; before the gates 840 Steep hills high towered; about the hoary cliff Stood buildings wrought of many-colored tiles, Great towers, and wind-swept walls. The sage straight knew That he had reached the Mermedonian land, E'en as the Father of mankind declared, When He prescribed that journey. On the ground He saw his own disciples, valiant men, Beside him deep in sleep. He straight began To wake the warriors; thus he spake in words:-- 850 "Lo, I can tell you one truth manifest, That yesterday upon the ocean-stream A noble Hero bore us o'er the sea. The Glory of kings, the Ruler of mankind, Was sailing in that ship; I knew His words, Though He did hide the beauty of His face."