And cast my troubled spirit on the tide
Of war and high events, whose stormy waves
Might bear it up from sinking;——
Elm. And ye met
No more?
Her. Be still! We did! we met once more.
God had his own high purpose to fulfil,
Or think’st thou that the sun in his bright heaven
Had look’d upon such things? We met once more.
That was an hour to leave its lightning-mark