Sergius was charmed insensibly to peace, And a calm human voice had subtle power To soothe to breathing rest the trembling steeds. And now began the cadence of the storm; Lifted the sky was from the burdened earth, The lightnings flashed less imminent, less thick. The thunder dulled his stroke, retired to far And farther in the muffling firmament, The hail ceased falling in a fall of rain, Through which at last the low descending sun Smiled in a rainbow on the opposite cloud. "God's sign," said Saul, "His seal of promise set Oft on the clouds of heaven when storm is past, In radiant curve of blended colors fair, That He with flood no more will drown the world." Therewith they got them to their path again, And, forward hastening, on the farther slope Of Hermon overpassed, were met by some Returning of their escort companies Who sought their laggard masters left behind. These had crossed earlier, and, before the storm, Housed them in covert, where all now with joy Welcomed their chiefs from threatened scath escaped. They slept that night beneath a starry sky Fair as if wrinkled never by a frown; To-morrow they would see that paradise, Renowned Damascus, pearl of all the East. This their sleep filled with dream of things to be, Until the morning breaking radiant made The desert seem to blossom as the rose Wherein Damascus sat an oasis. BOOK XV. SAUL AND JESUS. The scene of the poem changes, being transferred to Paradise. Here a group composed of those who had come to their death by the hands of Saul assemble, privileged by special grace to witness from their celestial station the happy overthrow and conversion of their late persecutor. Sergius applies his interpretation of the occurrence, and Saul finishes his journey on foot, blind, led by the hand into Damascus. SAUL AND JESUS. Without the limits of this earthly sphere, Immeasurable distances beyond The region of the utmost fixéd stars, Nay, high above all height, transcending space, Transcending time, subsists a different world, Invisible, inapprehensible To whatsoever power of human sense, All unimaginable even--so far Removed from aught that ever we on earth Have seen, or heard, or felt, or known, or guessed. Believed in only, and not otherwise Than to the vision of meek Faith revealed (Though indefeasible inheritance Reserved for her fruition after death), Yet is that world unknown substantial more Than all this solid-seeming universe Of matter round about us that assaults Our senses daily with its imminence, Its impact, as if nothing else were real! But till the destined moment, we must deem, Much more, must speak, of that transcendent world, And of our human brethren there insphered, In figure borrowed of our mortal state.