Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.
}
{ He is not now, as when, on Jordan's[246] sand,
{ The joyful people thronged to see him land,
{ Covering the beach and blackening all the strand;
But, like the prince of angels, from his height
Comes tumbling downward with diminished light;
Betrayed by one poor plot to public scorn,
Our only blessing since his curst return;