But journeys calmly on his heavenly path
Wrapt in eternal light—in all, a type
Of the excelling life we try to live—
Of the all-glorious death we hope to die!
Mel. See, Vavir, see upon the Beacon-hill,
Mousta, returning from his weary search—
Vav. Is he alone?
Mel.Alas, my darling, yes!
But still perchance he brings some news to us:
I’ll go and meet him. Stay thou here, Vavir,