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Of flowing water soothes him, and the stars,

Which in that brightest moon-light well-nigh quenched,
Scarce visible, as in the utmost depth

Of yonder sapphire infinite, are seen,
Draw on with elevating influence

Toward eternity the attempered mind.

Musing on worlds beyond the grave he stands,
And to the Virgin Mother silently

Breathes forth her hymn of praise.

The mountaineers

Before the castle, round their mouldering fires,
Lie on the hearth outstretched. Pelayo's hall
Is full, and he upon his careful couch

Hears all around the deep and long-drawn breath
Of sleep; for gentle night hath brought to these
Perfect and undisturbed repose, alike

Of corporal powers and inward faculty.
Wakeful the while he lay, yet more by hope
Than grief or anxious thoughts possessed,..though grief
For Guisla's guilt, which freshened in his heart
The memory of their wretched mother's crime,
Still made its presence felt, like the dull sense
Of some perpetual inward malady;

And the whole peril of the future lay

Before him clearly seen. He had heard all:
How that unworthy sister, obstinate

In wrong and shameless, rather seemed to woo
The upstart renegado than to wait
His wooing; how, as guilt to guilt led on,
Spurning at gentle admonition first,
When Gaudiosa hopelessly forebore
From farther counsel, then in sullen mood
Resentful, Guisla soon began to hate
The virtuous presence before which she felt
Her nature how inferior, and her fault
How foul. Despiteful thus she grew, because
Humbled yet unrepentant. Who could say
To what excess bad passions might impel
A woman thus possessed? She could not fail
To mark Siverian's absence, for what end
Her conscience but too surely had divined;
And Gaudiosa, well aware that all

To the vile paramour was thus made known,
Had to safe hiding-place with timely fear

Removed her children. Well the event had proved
How needful was that caution; for at night

She sought the mountain solitudes, and morn
Beheld Numacian's soldiers at the gate.
Yet did not sorrow in Pelayo's heart
For this domestic shame prevail that hour,
Nor gathering danger weigh his spirit down.
The anticipated meeting put to flight

These painful thoughts: to-morrow will restore
All whom his heart holds dear; his wife beloved,
No longer now remembered for regret,

Is present to his soul with hope and joy;
His inward eye beholds Favila's form
In opening youth robust, and Hermesind,
His daughter, lovely as a budding rose:
Their images beguile the hours of night,
fill with the earliest morning he may seek
Their secret hold.

The nightingale not yet

Had ceased her song, nor had the early lark
Her dewy nest forsaken, when the Prince
Upward beside Pionia took his way

Toward Auseva. Heavily to him,

Impatient for the morrow's happiness,

Long night had lingered, but it seemed more long

To Roderick's aching heart. He too had watched
For dawn, and seen the earliest break of day,
And heard its earliest sounds; and when the Prince
Went forth, the melancholy man was seen
With pensive pace upon Pionia's side
Wandering alone and slow. For he had left
The wearying place of his unrest, that morn
With its cold dews might bathe his throbbing brow,
And with its breath allay the feverish heat
That burnt within. Alas! the gales of morn
Reach not the fever of a wounded heart!

How shall he meet his Mother's eye, how make
His secret known, and from that voice revered
Obtain forgiveness,.. all that he has now
To ask, ere on the lap of earth in peace
He lay his head resigned! In silent prayer
He supplicated Heaven to strengthen him
Against that trying hour, there seeking aid
Where all who seek shall find; and thus his soul
Received support, and gathered fortitude,

Never than now more needful, for the hour
Was nigh. He saw Siverian drawing near,
And with a dim but quick foreboding met

The good old man: yet when he heard him say,
My Lady sends to seek thee, like a knell
To one expecting and prepared for death,
But fearing the dread point that hastens on,
It smote his heart. He followed silently,
And knit his suffering spirit to the proof.

He went resolved to tell his Mother all,
Fall at her feet, and drinking the last dregs.
Of bitterness, receive the only good

Earth had in store for him. Resolved for this
He went; yet was it a relief to find
That painful resolution must await

A fitter season, when no eye but Heaven's
Might witness to their mutual agony.

Count Julian's daughter with Rusilla sate;

Both had been weeping, both were pale, but calm.

With head as for humility abased

Roderick approached, and bending, on his breast
He crossed his humble arms. Rusilla rose

In reverence to the priestly character,
And with a mournful eye regarding him,

Thus she began. Good Father, I have heard

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