11. Thus was Ladurlad's soul imbued With hope and holy fortitude; And Child and Sire, with pious mind Alike resolv'd, alike resign'd, Look'd onward to the evil day: {104} Faith was their comfort, Faith their stay; They trusted woe would pass away, And Tyranny would sink subdued, And Evil yield to Good. 12. Lovely wert thou, O Flower of Earth! Above all flowers of mortal birth; But foster'd in this blissful bower From day to day, and hour to hour, Lovelier grew the lovely flower. O blessed, blessed company! When men and heavenly spirits greet, And they whom Death had severed meet, And hold again communion sweet; . . . O blessed, blessed company! The Sun, careering round the sky, Beheld them with rejoicing eye, And bade his willing Charioteer Relax their speed as they drew near; Arounin check'd the rainbow reins, The seven green coursers shook their manes, And brighter rays around them threw; The Car of glory in their view {105} More radiant, more resplendent grew; And Surya, through his veil of light, Beheld the Bower, and blest the sight. The Lord of Night, as he sail'd by, Stay'd his pearly boat on high; And, while around the blissful Bower He bade the softest moonlight flow, Lingered to see that earthly flower, Forgetful of his dragon foe, Who, mindful of their ancient feud, With open jaws of rage pursued. There all good Spirits of the air, Suras and Devetas repair, Aloft they love to hover there And view the flower of mortal birth, Here, for her innocence and worth, Transplanted from the fields of earth; . . . And him who, on the dreadful day When Heaven was fill'd with consternation, And Indra trembled with dismay, And, for the sounds of joy and mirth, Woe was heard and lamentation, Defied the Rajah in his pride, Though all in Heaven and Earth beside Stood mute in dolorous expectation; {106} And, rushing forward in that hour, Saved the Swerga from his power. Grateful for this they hover nigh, And bless the blessed company. 13. One God alone, with wanton eye, Beheld them in their bower; O ye, he cried, who have defied The Rajah, will ye mock my power? 'Twas Camdeo riding on his lory, 'Twas the immortal youth of Love; If men below and Gods above, Subject alike, quoth he, have felt these darts, Shall ye alone, of all in story, Boast impenetrable hearts? Hover here, my gentle lory, Gently hover, while I see To whom hath Fate decreed the glory, To the Glendoveer or me.