The celestial hosts have worthily striven to bring them together.

And, O victory! O wonder! after toil and pain, and difficulties exceeding, the celestial hosts have succeeded! "Here we two sit who are written above as one!" Pipe, happy Love! pipe on to these dear innocents! The tide of colour has ebbed from the upper sky.

In the West the sea of sunken fire draws back; and the stars leap forth, and tremble, and retire before the advancing moon, who slips the silver train of cloud from her shoulders, and, with her foot upon the pine-tops, surveys heaven.
"Lucy, did you never dream of meeting me ?" "O Richard! yes; for I remembered you." "Lucy! and did you pray that we might meet ?" "I did!" Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise, the fair Immortal journeys onward.

Fronting her, it is not night but veiled day.

Full half the sky is flushed.