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Queen of the silver bow, by thy pale beam
Alone and pensive I delight to stray, And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way. And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light
Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast ; And oft I think, fair planet of the night,
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest ; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,
Released by death, to thy benignant sphere; And the sad children of despair and wo,
Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here. 0! that I soon may reach thy world serene,
Poor wearied pilgrim-in this toiling scene.
How calmly gliding through the dark-blue sky, The midnight moon ascends! Her placid beams Through thinly scattered leaves and boughs grotesque ; Mottle with mazy shades the orchard slope ; Here, o'er the chesnut's fretted foliage gray, And massy, motionless they spread ; here shine Upon the crags, deepening with blacker night Their cbasms; and there the glittering argentry Ripples and glances on the confluent streams. A lovelier, purer light than that of day
Into that deep and tranquil firmament,
The silence of the earth, the endless sound
Toward eternity the attempered mind.
PELAYO MADE KING.
Alone, advanced Before the ranks, the Goth in silence stood, While from all voices round, loquacious joy Mingled its buzz continuous wich the blast Of horn, shrill pipe, and tinkling cymbals' clash, And sound of deafening drum. But when the Prince Drew nigh, and Urban, with the cross upheld, Stept forth to meet him, all at once were stilled With instantaneous hush; as when the wind, Before whose violent gusts the forest oaks, Tossing like billows their tempestuous heads, Roar like a raging sea, suspends its force, And leaves so dead a calm that not a leaf Moves on the silent spray. The passing air. Bore with it from the woodland undisturbed The ring-dove's wooing, and the quiet voice
Of waters warbling near.
Son of a race Of Heroes and of Kings ! The Primate thus Addressed him, Thou in whom the Gothic blood, Mingling with old Iberia's, has restored To Špain a ruler of her native line,Stand forth, and in the face of God and man Swear to uphold the right, abate the wrong,
Whereon thy lips this day shall seal their vow,
So speak of me
Lord God of Hosts,
Croin him with justice, and with fortitude !
Of thine omnipotence;-send in his aid
And royally against all enemies,
Of the low-lying deep, the fruits which sun
Then he took Pelayo's hand, and on his finger placed The mystic circlet. With this ring, O Prince, To our dear Spain, who like a widow now Mourneth in desolation, I thee wed: For weal or wo thou takest her, till death Dispart the union. Be it blest to her, To thee, and to thy seed.
Soothed by the strain Of such discourse, Julian was silent then, And sate contemplating. Florinda too Was calmed. If sore experience may be thought To teach the uses of adversity, She said, alas! who better learned than I In that sad school! Methinks if ye would know How visitations of calamity Affect the pious soul, 'tis shown ye there !