As ye bequeathed it, this bright part of it,
Your treasure—your abode—your sacred relics430
Of arms, and records—monuments, and spoils,
In which they would have revelled, I bear with me
To you in that absorbing element,
Which most personifies the soul as leaving
The least of matter unconsumed before
Its fiery workings:—and the light of this
Most royal of funereal pyres shall be[aq]
Not a mere pillar formed of cloud and flame,