On Persia's hills the Sophi grope; Old Ocean, with his isles, awakes, Their steps the forest-children stay, Then aid with prayer that holy light Which from eternal death can save, And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight, |
On Persia's hills the Sophi grope; Old Ocean, with his isles, awakes, Their steps the forest-children stay, Then aid with prayer that holy light Which from eternal death can save, And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight, |