I woke the sudden trumpet's blast Call'd to another fight- From visions of our glorious past, Who doth not wake in might? TROUBADOUR SONG. THE warrior cross'd the ocean's foam, His voice was heard where javelin showers Pour'd on the steel-clad line; Her step was 'midst the summer-flowers, Her seat beneath the vine. His shield was cleft, his lance was riven, And the red blood stain'd his crest; While she-the gentlest wind of heaven Might scarcely fan her breast. Yet a thousand arrows pass'd him by, But she had died, as roses die, That perish with a breeze. As roses die, when the blast is come, There was death within the smiling home, THE TRUMPET. THE trumpet's voice hath rous'd the land, A hundred banners to the breeze The chief is arming in his hall, The peasant by his hearth; The mourner hears the thrilling call, The mother on her first-born son Looks with a boding eye They come not back, though all be won, Whose young hearts leap so high. The bard hath ceased his song, and bound The falchion to his side; E'en for the marriage altar crown'd, The lover quits his bride. And all this haste, and change, and fear, By earthly clarion spread! How will it be when kingdoms hear The blast that wakes the dead? 21* BERNARDO DEL CARPIO. The celebrated Spanish champion, Bernardo del Carpio, having made many ineffectual efforts to procure the release of his father, the Count Saldana, who had been imprisoned by King Alfonso of Asturias, almost from the time of Bernardo's birth, at last took up arms in despair. The war which he maintained proved so destructive, that the men of the land gathered round the king, and united in demanding Saldana's liberty. Alfonso accordingly offered Bernardo immediate possession of his father's person, in exchange for his castle of Carpio. Bernardo, without hesitation, gave up his strong hold with all his captives, and being assured that his father was then on his way from prison, rode forth with the king to meet him. "And when he saw his father approaching, he exclaimed," says the ancient chronicle, "Oh! God, is the Count of Saldana indeed coming?' 'Look where he is,' replied the cruel king, and now go and greet him whom you have so long desired to see.'"-The remainder of the story will be found related in the ballad. The chronicles and romances leave us nearly in the dark, as to Bernardo's future history after this event. THE warrior bow'd his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire, And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprison'd sire; |