Elmina rises from the steps of the Altar.
Elm. The clouds are fearful that o’erhang thy ways,
O thou mysterious heaven! It cannot be
That I have drawn the vials of thy wrath
To burst upon me, through the lifting up
Of a proud heart elate in happiness!
No! in my day’s full noon, for me life’s flowers
But wreath’d a cup of trembling; and the love,
The boundless love, my spirit was form’d to bear,
Hath ever, in its place of silence, been