That to such countless orbs thou mad’st us blind!
Why do we then shun death with anxious strife?
If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?
Blanco White.
PART THE FIFTH.
CCLVIII
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN.
Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below.
Now my brothers call from the bay;
Now the great winds shorewards blow;