When, from his vest, the young companion bore But now the clouds in airy tumult fly," While hence they walk, the Pilgrim's bosom wroug! Now night's dim shades again involve the sky, Hither the walkers turn with weary feet, Magnifique seigneur, dit-il avec emphase Au maître du logis, « daignez prendre ce vase. » Cependant le soleil, devenu radieux, Raisonnant des effets, sans connaître les causes, L'Hermite se disait : « Voilà d'étranges choses! >> Mon ami, si j'en crois tout ce qui s'est passé, >> Est fripon le matin, et le soir insensé. >>> Je ne sais si je dois le blâmer ou le plaindre; » Mais je sens qu'à l'aimer il a su me contraindre. » La nuit venait encor rembrunir l'horizon; Bientôt à leurs regards s'offrit une maison Qui, chaumière à la ville et palais au village, Simple et propre, annonçait la retraite d'un sage, Ennemi de l'éclat, aimant l'obscurité, Bienfaisant par principe et non par vanité. Accueillis sans façon dans ce séjour champêtre, Ils entrent en louant la maison et le maître. « Sans orgueil, sans regret, je partage mes biens, » Leur dit-il, avec Dieu de qui seul je les tiens. 1 Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part; From him you come, for him for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer. At length the world, renew'd with calm repose, Was strong for toil, the dappled morn arose ; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the clos'd cradle where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck, the landlord's little pride, O strange return! grew black, and gasp'd, and dy'd. Horror of horrors! what! his only son! How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done? Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart. On » Dans mon humble réduit c'est lui qui vous envoie, Les étoiles déjà fuyaient devant l'aurore, >> pas fait cent pas, Que l'édifice en feu s'écroule avec fracas. Desareconnaissance, ô quelle étrange preuve ! » Disait l'Hermite. Enfin, chez une jeune veuve Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies, but trembling fails to fly with speed. His steps the Youth pursues; the country lay Perplex'd with roads, a servant shew'd the way ; A river cross'd the path; the passage o'er Was nice to find; the servant trod before; Long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd, And deep the waves beneath the bending glide. The Youth who seem'd to watch a time to sin, 'Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead. eyes, Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries: Detested wretch!-But scarce his speech began, When the strange part'ner seem'd no longer man: His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet: Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours breathe through purpled air; And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes display. The form etherial bursts upon his sight, And moves in all the majesty of light. Though loud at first the Pilgrim's passion grew, Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do ; |