V.
CONTINUATION OF ORESTES’ SOLILOQUY.
Hark! in the trembling leaves
Mysterious whispers: hark! a rushing sound
Sweeps through yon twilight depth!—e’en now they come,
They throng to greet their guest! And who are they
Rejoicing each with each in stately joy,
As a king’s children gather’d for the hour
Of some high festival! Exultingly,
And kindred-like, and godlike, on they pass—
The glorious, wandering shapes! aged and young,
Proud men and royal women! Lo! my race—
My sire’s ancestral race!