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And strange bright birds, on their starry wings,
'Is it far away, in some region old,
'Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Farewell' if ever fondest prayer
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Oh I more than tears of blood ran tell,
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry:
But in my breast and in my brain
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only feel—Farewell!—Farewell!
By others, blest with genius' rays,
Let noble acts be told,
A simple tale unfold:
VOL. I. H
The Spaniard left the hostile plain
To seek his native land;
Cabeysa joined the band,
Who, as he met his country's foes
Within the field of fame, Above his rank obscure arose,
And graced his humble name.
Yet not the early wreath of fame
Nor pride nor fickleness could claim
The lowly hut, beneath whose roof
He sighed a sad adieu, Received him (time and distance proof,)
To Love and Laura true:
This hamlet-fair, by fortune scorned,
With hand profuse by her adorned
Her neat but homely garments pressed
The pure, the feeling heart;
Of decorated art.
'If sharing all thy cares (she said),
Has paled my beauty's rose, Ah! know, for thee the heart that bled,
With all its passion glows:
'Blest moment, to my wish that gives
The long, long, absent youth!
And love confirms the truth.
'When thy brave comrades fell around,
What power's benignant care Secured thee from the fatal wound,
And Laura from despair?
'Oft in the troubling dream of night,
I saw the rushing spear;
Dispel the lingering fear.'
. Tby tender fears (the youth replied),
Ah give them to the air!
And pleasure be our care.
'Let us pursue the joy begun,
Nor lose by dull delay:
Illume our nuptial day?'
With look declined she blushed consent.—
Reserve that takes alarm,
To raise meek beauty's charm.
The guests, to hail the wedded pair,
With them the little feast to share,
Tho' no delicious wines were poured,
The handmaid Neatness spread the board,