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"All thou hast said, great vision! is so true,
"That all which thou command'st, and more, I'll do:
"Kill him! yes, mighty ghost! the wretch shall die,
"Though every star in heaven should it deny; 330
"Nor mock th' assault of our just wrath again,
"Had he ten times his fam'd ten thousand slain.
"Should that bold popular madman, whose design
"Is to revenge his own disgrace by mine,
"Should my ungrateful son oppose th' intent, 335
"Should mine own heart grow scrupulous and relent,
"Curse me, just Ifeaven! (by which this truth I swear)
"If I that seer, my son, or self, do spare.
"No, gentle ghost! return to thy still home;
"Thither, this day, mine and thy foe shall come. 340
"If that curst object longer vex my sight,
"It must have learnt t' appear as thou to-night."
 Whilst thus his wrath with threats the tyrant fed,
The threaten'd youth slept fearless on his bed;
Sleep on, rest quiet as thy conscience take, 345
For, though thou sleep'st thyself, thy God's awake.
Above the subtle foldings of the sky;
Above the well-set orbs' soft harmony;
Above those petty lamps that gild the night;
There is a place o'erflown with hallow'd light; 350
Where heaven, as if it left itself behind,
Is stretch'd-out far, nor its own bounds can find;
Here peaceful flames swell up the sacred place,
Nor can the glory contain itself in th' endless space;
For there no twilight of the sun's dull ray 355
Glimmers upon the pure and native day;