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Dea--calm, fair, beautiful, formidable in her serenity and
sweetness--appeared in the centre of a luminous mist. A profile of
brightness in a dawn! She was a voice--a voice light, deep,
indescribable. She sang in the new-born light--she, invisible, made
visible. They thought that they heard the hymn of an angel or the song
of a bird. At this apparition the man, starting up in his ecstasy,
struck the beasts with his fists, and overthrew them.
Then the vision, gliding along in a manner difficult to understand, and
therefore the more admired, sang these words in Spanish sufficiently
pure for the English sailors who were present:--
"
Ora! llora!
De palabra
Nace razon.
De luz el son."[13]
Then looking down, as if she saw a gulf beneath, she went on,--
"Noche, quita te de alli!
El alba canta hallali."[14]
As she sang, the man raised himself by degrees; instead of lying he was
now kneeling, his hands elevated towards the vision, his knees resting
on the beasts, which lay motionless, and as if thunder-stricken.
She continued, turning towards him,--
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