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The warrior cross'd the ocean's foam,
For the stormy fields of warThe maid was left in a smiling home,
And a sunny land afar.
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,
And again he cross'd the seas ; But she had died, as roses die,
That perish with a breeze.
As roses die, when the blast is come,
For all things bright and fairThere was death within the smiling home,
How had death found her there?
The trumpet's voice hath rous'd the land,
Light up the beacon pyre!
And waved the sign of fire.
Their gorgeous folds have castAnd hark !-was that the sound of seas?
- A king to war went past.
The chief is arming in his hall,
The peasant by his hearth;
And rises from the earth.
Looks with a boding eyeThey 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;
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 ?
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 ivay 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-impris" I bring thee here my fortress-keys, I bring my
captive train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord !-oh! break
my father's chain!"
“Rise, rise! ev'n now thy father comes, a ransom'd
man this day; Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him
on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his
steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's
And lo! from far, as on they press'd, there came a
glittering band, With one that ʼmidst them stately rode, as a leader
in the land; -“ Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in very
truth, is he, The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearn'd so
long to see.”
His dark eye flash'd,--his proud breast heaved, -his
cheek's hue came and went,He reach'd that grey-hair'd chieftain's side, and
there dismounting bent, A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he
tookWhat was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit