A heav’n-sent stranger, versed in healing art,
In him have faith; he’s true in speech and heart.
Imagine not his treatment magic’s spell;
God’s power alone can make thy maiden well.”30
The promised hour at hand, the daydawn broke;
The sunbeams paled the stars; the prince awoke.
An outlook sought he, whence to watch the way,
And first th’ expected stranger to survey.
One he espied of most majestic mien,
Of radiance mild,—as sun, dark clouds between;