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1839.] The gladsome bounding of his aged hound, Say he in truth is here—our long, long lost is found.

"Hymned thanks and bedesmen praying, With sheathed sword the urchin playing; Blazon'd hall with torches burning, Cheerful morn in peace returning; Converse sweet that strangely borrows Present bliss from former sorrows, O who can tell each blessed sight and sound, That says, he with us bides, our long, long lost is found."

Mean-while, the Holy Legate, on his way to Rome, has been driven on the Isle, and a noble stranger, in his train solicits an interview with Aurora—as the friend of Ermingard. Their meeting is such as Joanna alone could have conceived and after a while Aurora says:

Night descends, and the Beacon blazes—and Bastiani, a friend of Ulrick's, and of Aurora's too, enters, saying to the fishermen—


 * Viol. A rousing light! Good Stephen hath full well