}
Shot from the skies a cheerful azure light; }
The birds obscene to forests winged their flight, }
And gaping graves received the wandering guilty sprite. }
Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky,
For James his late nocturnal victory;
The pledge of his almighty Patron's love,
The fireworks which his angels made above.[175]
I saw myself the lambent easy light[176]
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night;