Upon the upright and the good, attendant angels
wait. With heavenly spirits they converse. On them the dark machinations
of witchcraft, and the sullen spirits of darkness have no power. Even
the outward form is impressed with a beam of celestial lustre. By slow,
but never ceasing steps, they tread the path of immortality and honour.
Then, mortals, love, support, and cherish each other. Fear the Gods, and
reverence their holy, white-robed servants. Let the sacred oak be your
care. Worship the holy and everlasting mistletoe. And when all the
objects that you now behold shall be involved in universal
conflagration, and time shall be no more; ye shall mix with Gods, ye
shall partake their thrones, and be crowned like them with never-fading
laurel."
[Illustration]
BOOK THE SECOND
THUNDER STORM.--THE RAPE OF IMOGEN.--EDWIN ARRIVES AT THE GROTTO OF
ELWY.--CHARACTER OF THE MAGICIAN.--THE END OF THE FIRST DAY.
The song of Llewelyn was heard by the shepherds with reverence and mute
attention. Their blameless hearts were lifted to the skies with the
sentiment of gratitude; their honest bosoms overflowed with the fervour
of devotion. They proved their sympathy with the feelings of the bard,
not by licentious shouts and wild huzzas, but by the composure of their
spirits, the serenity of their countenances, and the deep and
unutterable silence which universally prevailed.
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