57. Transfiguration
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"They glorified God in me." |
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I SAW thee once and nought discern'd
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| For stranger to admire; |
| A serious aspect, but it burn'd |
| With no unearthly fire. |
Again I saw, and I confess'd |
| Thy speech was rare and high; |
| And yet it vex'd my burden'd breast, |
| And scared, I knew not why. |
I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed |
| On face, and form, and air; |
| God's living glory round thee blazed— |
| A Saint—a Saint was there! |
Off Zante.
January 8, 1833. |