Seem’d with its piercing melody to reach

The soul, and in mysterious unison

Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love.

Their hearts were open to the healing power

Of nature; and the splendour of the night,

The flow of waters, and that sweetest lay

Came to them like a copious evening dew

Falling on vernal herbs which thirst for rain.

XXII.
THE MOORISH COUNCIL.