4. The sun's last ray proclaim'd the approach of even, And here Orlando led, his father followed close. 5. In that sweet spot, the verdant willow rows 6. Sweet is the tear, that from affection flows, 7. 'Twas to this sacred spot the way he led; "And listen to my tale of times now gone: "Roseate gold may seem a curious expression; but who has not observed the lovely admixture of ruddy and golden tints in the western sky when the sun was setting. แ "Long have I kept you in this staid retreat, "Distant from courts, and busy men's rough noise; "Now then, 'tis time this unknown world to greet, "Partake its numerous ills, or share its nobler joys. 8. "But why," Orlando cried, "why must we part? "Why must I leave thee, father, kind and good? "Who thy gray locks will comb, or sooth thy heart, "Wipe from thy furrowed cheek, the briny flood; "Who with sweet flowers, this sacred spot will grace, "When morning's sun beams gild the eastern skies? "I cannot leave thee, father, leave this place, "To seek a guilty world you taught me to despise." 9. "Forbear, my son, forbear to touch my heart! "Know then that thou art born of noble blood; "To gain thy honours due 'tis now we part, "And thou must be a knight, right brave and good; "Wouldst thou then live a hind's ignoble life? "Cast off such thoughts, and seek the fields of glory, "Urge thy fell way through many a lordly strife, “A son of mine must live in fame and future story." 10. "You boil my blood, my father, I will go, "Pursue my way through glory's noble course," "Then hear, my son, a lengthen'd tale of wo, "And how my all was lost by guilty force: "Of fraudful man, my son, you must beware, "Though honour dwells in many a noble breast, "Yet still Deceit hold forth her gilded snare, "Each on the other preys, Vice is in Virtue drest. 11. "I dwelt in youth near Ebro's merry shore, "And many a happy day, I thought in store, "Checker'd with palm trees green, and orange bowers; "Few were the Spanish lords that own'd such rich domains. 12. "Then held the regal sway a noble king, "This arm then nerv'd, not oft in vain I strove, "The foremost knight in war, the foremost knight in truth. 13. "One eve all Nature spread her brightest bloom, "Around in clusters grew the roses wild, "The fragrant breath of May shed sweet perfume, "All in lone dell, where the blue violet smil'd, "O'er the dark woods, the setting sun beams stray'd, "The sturdy shepherd on the green hedge hung, "Saw the dun mountains cast a longer shade,* "Or lov'd to hear the blackbird whistle forth his song. 14. "O'er the calm lake, the breathing zephyrs stray'd, "Its bosom ruffled by the dashing oar, "Or where alone the glossy wild duck play'd, *Majoresque cadunt, altis de montibus umbra. VIRG. "Rose the bland moon, the eastern hills above, "The breeze was still, and every noise was stay'd, "Save the sweet accents of the voice of Love, "Soft whisper'd to the lass beneath the palm tree shade. 15. "Then we walk'd forth these pleasing scenes to view; "Fond on my arm, my raptured lady hung, "O'er all her works, her eye sweet Nature drew, "She listen'd soft, while Philomela sung. "Whence came that piercing scream? our heads we rais'd— "A dreadful sight struck on our doubting eyes, "In one red flame, our ancient castle blaz'd "Sunk Anna in these arms, that shook with dread surprise. 16. "Now shrieks and shouts, in mingled tumult rose; "Quick from its sheath, my trusty blade I drew, "Leave Anna here to die, I caught her up and fled. 17. "Through gloomy woods, my faithful Jacques led; "Louder and louder, rose the shouts behind, "Swifter o'er many a hill and dale we fled, "Now tir'd we sat us on a mountain high, "And 'heav'd and flash'd' the lake intolerably bright.'t 18. "Ah! who can think upon the days of youth, "When all was beauty, all was innocence, "When every thought, and every word was truth, "Nor at the thought, one sacred tear dispense. "Bright were those scenes where first my breath I drew, "And Nature smiled, beauty was ever nigh, "All, all are gone, for beauty quickly flew, "And clouds of ashes darken all the evening sky. 19. "Forgive the lengthen'd story of old age. 20. "At home no longer could I now remain, "And thou alone remainst, to take my last farewell." 21. He paus'd-fell down his cheek the tear, Then thus pursued the history of his life: "A stranger knight, last eve came here, "And brought a tale, with pleasing wonders rife, |