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    The eager King struck long At the radiant gate in vain ; But at length within a voice of song Replied to his call again : — ** Who has traced tha sacred springs ? Who knocks at the blissful gates ?" < c Alexander , King of the wide world's kings , Too long for an entrance waits . "— - ** Too long , proud spoiler ? return thee home—Ho blood-stained feet in th ^ se pure bo wers mam . "

    " And who will dare refuse What the Victor of Earth demands ? " — " He is One , thou man of blood , whose dues Must be paid by holier hands , —

    In whose eye thou art a worm , In whose scale thou art but dust , Who gave thee that mind , and power , arid form , Which have been too much thy trust : Retire from these walls with thy guilty swordsfhis Paradise is the AlMighT ^ LdKtfs !"

    Alexander felt it vain To press for an entrance more ; Yet it was with grief and par a That he left the diamond door : But scarce had his steps been turned , When open the bright gate flew , And a Form , in whose eye the Immortal burned , Before him a Veiled Gift threw : —

    ** Let this , " said the Seraph , " a token be , Thou hast stood so near the Paradise-tree . "The Conqueror reached his camp , Of the strange adventure full ; But how did the Gift his warm hopes damp'Twas the fragment of a skull f — " Is this mv arise > Was it but fdf this .

    That I stood by the ftainbow Wall—That I heard , trpoft the winds 0 f bliss , The mosical life-stit&in ^ fall \ * What this thay mean , it were V&kt fo try , Unless the Giver himself were nigh . " Just as the words he spoke * An Old Mati entered there : —r

    His strength b y the weiknt of yearo was broke , And in silver flowed his hair . Yet his brow , though pale , was hi $ i ; His form , though frail , was grahtf % And the ligbt of youth yet ffeshe # in his eye , Though the statif was irt hk hand :-r ~ He passed through tftb" midst of tfie courtly rin ^ , And in calm , sweet tones addressed the King : —

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1827, page 347, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1796/page/35/