But the A VENGER stayed their breath,
And withheld their life in death,
Fate reserved for none beside;
They died not, their souls were bound
In the Statues of their pride,
And were fixed that altar round;
To see and feel how blest are those
On whom the peace of God o'erflows.
Such the fiat, stamped sublime
Steadfast to the end of time,
Of the Holy One, the Just,
To subdue the pride of dust,
I gazed upon those, haughty Forms,
Which through time and ages' storms
Had remained; decreed to be
Seated there eternally.