By yonder fount;—the same his robes appear;
The same his radiant eyes and flowing hair;
Mary! my children! come! his accents hear;
See age and youth one heavenly beauty share!”
They with him moved, (yet ne’er the vision saw,)
Until the father paused, transfixed in sacred awe.
XLIII.
For strange to tell, youth’s lingering light began
To spread fresh glories o’er that aged face;
Till over beard, and hair, and visage wan,