Gon. Go, bring ye forth Her. I see a kingdom's might upon its path, Unto revenge and victory! With the flash Gon. The heavy tread of mail-clad multitudes, Like thunder-showers upon the forest paths. Her. Ay, earth knows well the omen of that sound, And she hath echoes, like a sepulchre's, Pent in her secret hollows, to respond Unto the step of death! Hark! how the wind Gon. Voices heard without, chanting. Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit! rest thee now! E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. ·Elm. (to GONZALEZ). It is the death-hymn o'er thy daughter's bier! But I am calm; and e'en like gentle winds, That music, through the stillness of my heart, Gon. Oh! well those solemn tones Accord with such an hour, for all her life Breathed of a hero's soul ! [A sound of trumpets and shouting from the plain. Her. Now, now they close! Hark! what a dull dead sound Is in the Moorish war-shout! I have known Doth now reveal itself! Gon. Oh, raise me up, That I may look upon the noble scene! It will not be! That this dull mist would pass Her. (clasping his hands). Must I look on this? Gon. Her. Gon. Oh, God of battles! Elm. Whose? Castile's! Calm thy noble heart! Cheer thee yet! Thou wilt not pass away without thy meed. Nay, rest thee on my bosom. Her. Our knights have spurred to rescue. There is now A whirl, a mingling of all terrible things, Swayed by the wrathful motion, and the press And trampling on of furious multitudes? Gon. Thou'rt silent !-Seest thou more?—My soul grows dark. Her. And dark and troubled as an angry sea, I can but tell thee how tall spears are crossed, Gon. Where is that spot? Her. It is beneath the lonely tuft of palms, That lift their green heads o'er the tumult still, Gon. There didst thou say? Elm. They perished there! Her. (with sudden exultation). Who is he, E'en like a sunny cloud above the fight; And the pale cross, which from his breastplate gleams Gon. (eagerly). Didst thou say the cross? Her. On his mailed bosom shines a broad white cross, And his long plumage through the darkening air Streams like a snow-wreath. Gon. Her. That should be The king! Was it not told us how he sent, of late, Gon. (springing up joyfully). My king! my king! [He sinks back into ELMINA's arms He hath cleared Her. Her. Abdullah falls! He falls! They give way, To cover him from vengeance !-Lo! they fly! Are scattered, e'en as leaves upon the wind! Gon. (attempting to raise himself). Set me free! O, blest in death! Her. Gon. Now, charge once more! God is with Spain, and Santiago's sword Elm. [He dies. Look on me yet! Speak one farewell, my husband!-must thy voice Now is my life uprooted.--And 'tis well. (A sound of triumphant music is heard, and many Castilian Knights and Soldiers enter.) A Cit. Hush your triumphal sounds, although ye come E'en as deliverers!-But the noble dead, And those that mourn them, claim from human heart's Elm. (rising proudly). No, swell forth, Castile! Echoes to ring through Spain!-How, know ye not Her. Lift ye the dead, And bear him with the banner of his race Waving above him proudly, as it waved Elm. Ay, 'tis thus Thou shouldst be honored !—And I follow thee To that last home of glory. She that wears In her deep heart the memory of thy love, [They raise the body Shall thence draw strength for all things, till the God Looking upon her still and chastened soul, Call it once more to thine ! (To the Castilians.) Awake, I say, Tambour and trumpet, wake! And let the land Through all her mountains hear your funeral peal- THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS. [Exeunt omnes. Nobles, Soldiers, Messengers, Vassals, Peasants, &c., &c. SCENE-Palermo. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Valley, with Vineyards and Cottages. Groups of Peasants—PROCIDA disguised as a Pilgrim, among them. 1st Pea. Ay, this was wont to be a festal time In days gone by! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose At break of morn, from all our purple hills, But the light hearts |