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Far, far away! Now wakes the early bird
From voices buried in a thousand trees,
Through the dim starry hours. Now doth the lake
Darken and flash in rapid interchange
Unto the matin breeze ; and the blue mist
Rolls, like a furling banner, from the brows
Of living, bounding gladness !—where art thou ?
[GOMEZ, a Spanish Priest, enters. Gomez.
Daughter, hail ! I bring thee tidings.
Heaven will aid
Calmly to meet whate’er thy lips announce.
Gomez. Nay, lift a song of thanksgiving to Heaven, And bow thy knee down for deliverance won ! Hast thou not pray'd for life? and wouldst thou not
Once more be free?
Have I not pray'd for life ? I, that am so belov'd! that love again With such a heart of tendrils? Heaven! thou know'st
The gushings of my prayer ! And would I not
A watcher of the clouds and of the stars,
Beneath the adoring silence of the night;
And lay my
And shall I see his face,
his faithful breast,
Ilis freedom lies
In his own choice-a boon like thine.
Thy words Full changed and cold upon my boding heart.
Leave not this dim suspense o'ershadowing me.
Let all be told.
The monarchs of the earth
Shower not their mighty gifts without a claim
Oh! unlike to Him,
Who freely pours the joy of sunshine forth,
And those who heed him not !
Gomez, (laying a paper before her.) Is it so much That thine own hand should set the crowning seal To thy deliverance ? Look, thy task is here! Sign but these words for liberty and life.
Edith, (examining and then throwing it from her.) Sign but these words! and wherefore saidst thou not, “ Be but a traitor to God's light within ?”. Cruel, oh, cruel! thy dark sport hath been With a young bosom's hope! Farewell, glad life!
Bright opening path to love and home farewell!
Gomez. Dost thou reject Heaven's mercy ?
Heaven's ! doth Heaven
Woo the free spirit for dishonour'd breath
God hath been with me 'midst the holiness
Of England's mountains—not in sport alone
Blent with the everlasting torrent-sounds