Of Spain, as from the dead; and to lift up ELMINA. I ask thee this no more, For I am hopeless now. But yet one boon- Through the wide city-here I cannot rest :— Aid me to pass the gates! HERNANDEZ. And wherefore? ELMINA. Thou, That wert a father, and art now-alone! 6 Canst thou ask wherefore?'-Ask the wretch whose sands Have not an hour to run, whose failing limbs Have but one earthly journey to perform, Nature's last prayer?—I tell thee that the thirst To be endured no more!—And I must look Their voices, ere they perish!-But hath Heaven Which prayers and tears may melt? HERNANDEZ. There!-with the Moor! th' array Let him fill up the measure of his guilt! -Tis madness all!-How wouldst thou pass Of armed foes? ELMINA. Oh! free doth sorrow pass, Free and unquestion'd, through a suffering world! 2 This must not be. HERNANDEZ. Enough of woe is laid E'en now, upon thy lord's heroic soul, For man to bear, unsinking. Press thou not Too heavily th' o'erburthen'd heart.-Away! Bow down the knee, and send thy prayers for strength [Exit HERNANDez. ELMINA. Are all men thus? -Why, wer't not better they should fall e’en now Yet wears his life still proudly, and a soul (After a pause.) There's one, whose arms Have borne my children in their infancy, And on whose knees they sported, and whose hand Hath led them oft―a vassal of their sire's; And I will seek him: he may lend me aid, When all beside pass on. DIRGE HEARD WITHOUT. Thou to thy rest art gone, High heart! and what are we, While o'er our heads the storm sweeps on, That we should mourn for thee? Free grave and peaceful bier To those that live, the lance and spear, Be theirs to weep the dead Thou hast thrown off the load Which we must yet sustain, And pour our blood where thine hath flow'd, Too blest if not in vain! We give thee holy rite, Slow knell, and chaunted strain! -For those that fall to-morrow night, Again, when trumpets wake, We must brace our armour on; Happier in this than all, That, now thy race is run, Upon thy name no stain may fall, Thy work hath well been done! ELMINA. 66 Thy work hath well been done!"—so thou mayst rest! -There is a solemn lesson in those words But now I may not pause. [Exit ELMINA. |