Sooner than e'en this anguish! Life is best Thrown from us in such moments. [Voices heard at a distance. HERNANDEZ. Hush! what strain Floats on the wind? GARCIAS. "Tis the Cid's battle song! What marvel hath been wrought? [Voices approaching heard in chorus. The Moor is on his way! With the tambour peal and the tecbir shout, And the horn o'er the blue seas ringing out, XIMENA enters, followed by the CITIZENS, with the Banner. XIMENA. Is it too late?-My father, these are men Through life and death prepared to follow thee -Oh! there's a fearful history on thy brow! (To GARCIAS.) Hush! wouldst thou chill That which hath sprung within them, as a flame I say, 'tis not too late, ye men of Spain ! On to the rescue! XIMENA. Bless me, oh my father! And I will hence, to aid thee with my prayers, GONZALEZ (falling upon her neck). Hath aught been spared? Am I not all bereft ?-Thou 'rt left me still! Mine own, my loveliest one, thou 'rt left me still! XIMENA. Fare thee well! If, ere thy steps turn homeward from the field, Think of me in thy victory! Give me the banner! Swell the song again! THE CITIZENS. Ere night, must swords be red! It is not an hour for knells and tears, But for helmets braced and serried spears! -To-morrow for the dead! [Exeunt omnes. Scene-Before the Altar of a Church. ELMINA rises from the steps of the Altar. ELMINA. The clouds are fearful that o'erhang thy ways, That I have drawn the vials of thy wrath, A restless and disturbing consciousness That the bright things must fade !-How have I shrunk From the dull murmur of th' unquiet voice, With its low tokens of mortality, Till my heart fainted 'midst their smiles!—their smiles! Unto the rescue !—strong in heart and hope, May clasp thy sons!-For me, my part is done! A little while, hath gather'd all its rays |