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128 "Nay, bat there cometh One with power to save! Fisher of men, he quells the rebel wave. A fair new bark the Rhone is entering now: She hath God's cross uplifted on her prow, Rainbow divine! Eternal clemency! Another land, another sun, I see!

"Dance olive-pickers, where the fruit is shining; Drink reapers, on the barley-sheaves reclining! Revealed by signs so many, God," she said, "Is in his holy temple worshippèd." And, stretching forth her hand, the witch of Baux Pointed the way and bade the children go.

Light gleamed afar. They haste the ray to follow; They thread their way to the Cordovan Hollow,$12$ Where sun and air await them, and they seem To see Mont Majour's wrecks, as in a dream, Strewn o'er the hill; yet on the sunlit verge Pause for one kiss or ever they emerge.