THE TWO WIZARDS 



To this Wizard invisible bidding farewell, 

 Of another I yet have a story to tell ; 

 No invisible sprite ! when he stands full in view, 

 You will own him a man, and a goodly man too. 

 He it is vv^ho by dint of his magical skill 

 Uplifted the stones from the high Stanna hill ; 

 Nor paus'd till those fragments, pil'd up to the sky, 

 Assum'd the fair form of that castle hard by ; 

 He brandish'd his spade, and along the hill-side 

 The ascent, by a roadway, made easy and wide ; 

 Unlike the hid portal I spoke of before, 

 Very plain to the eye is his wide-open door ; 

 Where the tiles of the pavement, the stones of the 



wall 

 Unceasingly echo a welcome to all. 

 There are stables where steeds stand by tens in a 



row. 

 There are chambers above, and vast cellars below ; 

 Each bed in those chambers holds nightly a guest. 

 Each bin in that cellar is fill'd with the best. 



When this Wizard wends forth from his turreted walls. 



Four horses are bitted and led from their stalls. 



He mounts and looks down on a team from his 



box, 

 All perfect in shape from their heads to their 



hocks ; 

 The coats that they carry are burnish'd like gold. 

 Their fire by a touch of his finger controU'd ; 

 A whip for his wand, when their paces he springs, 

 You might fancy their shoulders were furnish'd with 



wings ; 



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