XLI.

“There dawned again my Henry's look,
And feebly met my view;
With sighs and throbs my bosom shook,
His eyes my presence knew.

XLII.

“Above him poured a blaze of light,
And, looking whence it flowed,
The boundless form was dazzling bright,
The darkness round him glowed.

XLIII.

“Like God he sat, serene and mild,
In snowy whiteness clad;
His face with sunlike glory smiled,
And made all beings glad.

XLIV.

“No roof was there; the stars of heaven
Were shining round his head,
And o'er his brow a Crown of Seven
Their wondrous lustre shed.

XLV.

“In circling lines the Angel race,
A world of lights, rose high;
And joy shone bright in every face,
And love in every eye.

XLVI.

“But Angels' looks were nought to me,
Who saw beside me clear
My Henry's eyes, that now could see,
Nor taught me more to fear.

XLVII.

“No voice of God or Angel spoke,
And I was Henry's own;
But when upon my bed I woke,
I found myself alone.

XLVIII.

“But still I saw his fondest gaze,
Who bade affright be dumb;
And, filled with peacefullest amaze,
I knew my end was come.”