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Or clutch'd the sacred crown of Prester | I swear to you I heard his voice between Johu,
The thunders in the black Veragua And cast it to the Moor : but had I nights, brought
“() soul of little faith, slow to believe ! From Solomon's now-recover'd Ophir all Have I not been about thee from thy The gold that Solomon's navies carried birth? home,
Given thee the keys of the great Ocean Would that have gilded me? Blue blood
sea ? of Spain,
Set thee in light till time shall be no Tho' quartering your own royal arms of
Is it I who have deceived thee or the I have not : blue blood and black blood
world ? of Spain,
Endure! thou hast done so well for men, The noble and the convict of Castile,
that men Howl'd me from Hispaniola ; for you Cry out against thee: was it otherwise know
With mine own Son ?”
And more than once in days mur down
Of doubt and cloud and storm, when Truth in the distance these out-buzz'd drowning hope
Sank all but out of sight, I heard his That even our prudent king, our right voice, eous queen
“Be not cast down. I lead thee by the I pray'd them being so calumniated
hand, They would commission one of weight Fear not.” And I shall hear his voice and worth
again To judge between my slander'd self and I know that he has lead me all my life,
I am not yet too old to work his willFonseca my main enemy at their court, His voice again. They send me out his tool, Bovadilla, one As ignorant and impolitic as a beast
Still for all that, my lord, Blockish irreverence, brainless greed I lying here bedridden and alone, who sack'd
Cast off, put by, scouted by court and My dwelling, seized upon my papers,
The first discoverer starves his followMy captives, feed the rebels of the crown, Sold the crown-farms for all but nothing, Flower into fortune - our world's way gave
and I, All but free leave for all to work the Without a roof that I can call mine own, mines,
With scarce a coin to buy a meal withal, Drove me and my good brothers home in And seeing what a door for scoundrel chains,
scum And gathering ruthless gold a single I open'd to the West, thro' which the piece
lust, Weigh'd nigh four thousand Castillanos Villany, violence, avarice, of your Spain
Pour'd in on all those happy naked isles – They tell me — weigh'd him down into their kindly native princes slain or the abysm
slaved, The hurricane of the latitude on him fell, Their wives and children Spanish concuThe seas of our discovering over-roll
bines, Him and his gold; the frailer caravel, Their innocent hospitalities quench'd in With what was mine, came happily to blood, the shore.
Some dead of hunger, some beneath the There was a glimmering of God's hand.
Some over-labor'd, some by their own And God
hands, Hath more than glimmer'd on me. O my Yea, the dear mothers, crazing Nature, lord,
Their babies at the breast, for hate of I sorrow for that kindly child of Spain. Spain
Who then will have to answer. These Ah, God, the harmless people whom we same chains found
Bound these same bones back thru' the In Hispaniola's island-Paradise !
O Queen of Heaven who seest the souls And I myself, myself not blameless, I
in Hell Could sometimes wish I had never led And purgatory, I suffer all as much
As they do — for the moment. Stay, my Only the ghost of our great Catholic Is here anon: my son will speak for me Queen
Ablier than I can in these spasms that Smiles on me, saying, “ Be thou com
Bone against bone. You will not. One This creedless people will be brought to last word.
Christ And own the holy governance of Rome.” You move about the Conrt, I pray you
tell But who could dream that we, who bore King Ferdinand who plays with me, that the Cross
one, Thither, were excommunicated there, Whose life has been no play with him For curbing crimes that scandalized the
and his Cross,
Hidalgos — shipwrecks, famines, fevers, By him, the Catalonian Minorite,
fights, Rome's Vicar in our Indies? who believe | Mutinies, treacheries wink'd at, and These hard memorials of our truth to
That I am loyal to him till the death, Clung closer to us for a longer term
tho' our Holy Catholic Than any friend of ours at Court ? and Queen, yet
Who fain had pledged her jewels on my Pardon too harsh, unjust. I am rack'd with pains.
Whose hope was mine to spread the Cath
olic faith, You see that I have hung them by my Who wept with me when I return'd in bed,
chains, And I will have them buried in my grave. Who sits beside the blessed Virgin now,
To whom I send my prayer by night and Sir, in that fight of ages which are day God's
but you will tell the King, Own voice to justify the dead per
that I, chance
Rack'd as I am with gout, and wrench'd Spain once the most chivalric race
with pains earth,
Gain’d in the service of His Highness, yet Spain then the mightiest, wealthiest realm Am ready to sail forth on one last vovare, on earth,
And readier, if the King would hear, to So made by me, may seek to wbury me,
lead To lay me in some shrine of this old One last crusade against the Saracen, Spain,
And save the Holy Sepulchre from thrall. Or in that vaster Spain I leave to Spain. Then some one standing by my grave will Going? I am old and slighted : you
have dared “ Behold the bones of Christopher Co- Somewhat perhaps in coming ? my poor lun
thanks! “Ay, but the chains, what do they mean - I am but an alien and a Genovese.
She is gone
THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE. That a hundred who heard it would rush
on a thousand lances and die (Founded on an Irish Legend. A. D. 700.) O they to be dumb’d by the charm!
fuster'd with anger were they
They almost fell on each other; but after I was the chief of the race he had
we sail'd away. stricken my father dead But I gather'd my fellows together, I
swore I would strike off his head. Each of them look'd like a king, and was And we came to the Isle of Shouting, we noble in birth as in worth,
landed, a score of wild birds And each of them boasted he sprang from Cried from the topmost summit with huthe oldest race upon earth.
man voices and words ; Each was as brave in the fight as the Once in an hour they cried, and wherever bravest hero of song,
their voices peal'd And each of them liefer had died than The steer fell down at the plow and the have done one another a wrong.
harvest died from the field, He lived on an isle in the ocean - We And the men dropt dead in the valleys sail'd on a Friday morn
and half of the cattle went lame, He that had slain my father the day be. And the roof sank in on the hearth, and fore I was born.
the dwelling broke into flame; And the shouting of these wild birds ran
into the hearts of my crew,
Till they shouted along with the shouting And we came to the isle in the ocean, and
and seized one another and slew; there on the shore was he.
But I drew them the one from the other; But a sudden blast blew us out and away I saw that we could not stay, thro' a boundless sea.
And we left the dead to the birds and we
sail'd with our wounded away.
And we came to the Silent Isle that we
never had touch'd at before, Where a silent ocean always broke on a And we came to the Isle of Flowers : silent shore,
their breath met us out on the seas, And the brooks glitter'd on in the light For the Spring and the middle Summer
without sound, and the long wa sat each on the lap of the breeze ; terfalls
And the red passion-flower to the cliffs, Pour'd in a thunderless plunge to the and the dark blue clematis, clung,
base of the mountain walls, And starr’d with a myriad blossom the And the poplar and cypress unshaken by long convolvulus hung;
storm flourishi'd up beyond sight, And the topmost spire of the mountain And the pine shot aloft from the crag to
was lilies in lieu of snow, an unbelievable height,
And the lilies like glaciers winded down, And high in the heaven above there flick
running out below er'd a songless lark,
Thro’ the fire of the tulip and poppy, the And the cock could n’t crow, and the bull blaze of gorse, and the blush
could n't low, and the dog could n’t of millions of roses that sprang without bark.
leaf or a thorn from the bush; And round it we went, and thro' it, but And the whole isle-side Aashing down never a murmur, a breath
from the peak without ever a tree It was all of it fair as life, it was all of it Swept like a torrent of gems from the quiet as death,
sky to the blue of the sea ; And we hated the beantiful Isle, for And we rollid upon capes of crocus and whenever we strove to speak
vaunted our kith and our kin, Our voices were thinner and fainter than And we wallow'd in beds of lilies, and any Hitter-mouse shriek;
chanted the triumph of Finn, And the men that were miglity of tongue Till each like a golden image was poland could raise such a battle-cry
len'd from head to feet
And each was as dry as a cricket, with | We were giddy besides with the fruits we thirst in the middle-day heat.
we had gorged, and so crazed that Blossom and blossom, and promise of
at last blossom, but never a fruit! There were some le:p'd into the fire ; and And we hated the Flowering Isle, as we away we sail'd, and we past
hated the isle that was mute, Over that undersea i-le, where the water And we tore up the flowers by the million is clearer than air:
and Aung ihem in bight and bay, Down we look'd : what a Garden! () And we left but a naked rock, and in an
bliss, what a Paradise there! ger we sail'd away.
Towers of a happier time, low down in a
rainbow deep Silent palaces, quiet fields of eternal sleep!
And three of the gentlest and best of my And we came to the Isle of Fruits : all people, whate'er I could say,
round from the cliffs and the capes, Plunged head down in the sea, and the Purple or amber, dangled a hundred
Paradise trembled away. fathom of grapes, And the warm melon lav like a little sun
on the tawny sand, And the fig ran up from the beach and And we came to the Bounteous Isle, rioted over the land,
where the heavens lean low on the And the mountain arose like a jewell’d land,
throne thro’ the fragrant air, And ever at dawn from the cloud glitGlowing with all-color'd plums and with ter'd o'er us a sunbright band, golden masses of pear,
Then it open'd and dropt at the side of And the crimson and scarlet of berries each man, as he rose from his that flamed upon bine and vine,
rest, But in every berry and fruit was the poi Bread enough for his need till the laborsonous pleasure of wine ;
less day dipt under the West; And the peak of the mountain was apples, And we wander'd about it and thro' it. the hugest that ever were seen,
O never was time so good! And they prest, as they grew, on each And we sang of the triumphs of Find,
other, with hardly a leaflet be and the boast of our ancient blood, twcen,
And we gazed at the wandering wave as And all of them redder than rosiest we sat by the gurgle of springs,
health or than utterest shame, And we chanted the songs of the Bards Anıl setting, when Even descended, the and the glories of fairy kings; very sunset aflame;
But at length we began to be weary, to And we stay'd three days, and we gorged sigh, and to stretch and yawn, and we madden'd, till every one
Till we hated the Bounteous Isle and the drew
sunbright hand of the dawn, His sword on his fellow to slay him, and For there was not an enemy near, but ever they struck and they slew ;
the whole green Isle was our own, And myself, I had caten but sparely, and And we took to playing at ball, and we fought till I sunder'd the fray,
took to throwing the stone, Then I bade them remember my father's And we took to playing at battle, but death, and we sail'd away.
that was a perilous play, For the passion of battle was in ns, we
slew and we sail'd away.
And we came to the Isle of Fire : we
were lured by the light from afar, For the peak sent ip one league of fire | And we came to the Isle of Witches and to the Northern Star ;
heard their musical cry Lured by the glare and the blare, but “Come to us, () come, come " in the scarcely could stand upright,
stormy red of a sky For the whole isle shudder'd and shook Dashing the fires and ihe shadows of like a man in a mortal affright;
dawn on the beautiful shapes,
For a wild witch naked as heaven stood
on cach of the loftiest capes, And a hundred ranged on the rock like And we came to the Isle of a Saint who white sea-birds in a row,
had sail'al with St. Brendan of yore, And a hundred yamboll'd and pranced He had lived ever since on the Isle and on the wrecks in the sand be
his winters were fifteen-score, low,
And his voice was low as from other And a hundred splashi'd from the ledges, worlds, and his eyes were sweet,
and bosom'd the burst of the And his white hair sank to his heels and spray
his white beard fell to his feet, But I knew we should fall on each other, And he spake to me, “ () Maeldune, let and hastily sail'd away.
be this purpose of thine !
Remember the words of the Lord when X.
he told us · Vengeance is mine!'
His fathers have slain thy fathers in war And we came in an evil time to the Isle
or in single strife, of the Double Towers :
Thy fathers have slain his fathers, each One way of smooth-cut stone, one carved
taken a life for a life, all over with flowers :
Thy father had slain his father, how long But an carthquake always moved in the
shall the murder last ? hollows under the dells,
Go back to the Isle of Finn and suffer And they shock'd on each other and the Past to be Past."
butted each other with clashing And we kiss'd the fringe of his beard and of bells,
We pray'd as we heard him pray, And the daws flew out of the Towers and and the ftoly man he assoil'd us, and jangled and wrangled in vain,
sadly we sail'd away. And the clash and boom of the bells ran into the heart and the brain,
XII. Till the passion of battle was on us,
and all took sides with the Tow And we came to the Isle we were blown ers,
from, and there on the shore was There were some for the clean-cut stone,
he, there were more for the carven The man that had slain my father. I Rowers.
saw him and let him be. And the wrathful thunder of God peal'lO weary was I of the travel, the trouble, over us all the day,
the strife and the sin, For the one half slew the other, and after When I landed again, with a tithe of my we sail'd away.
men, on the Isle of Finn.
Our true co-mates regather round the
mast; Το THE “NINETEENTH CENTURY." Of diverse tongue, but with a common
will, Those that of late had fleeted far and Here, in this roaring moon of daffodil fast
And crocus, to put forth and brave the To touch all shores, now leaving to the
For some, decending from the sacred Of others their old craft seaworth y still,
peak Have chartered this ; where, mindful of Of hoar high-templed Faith, have leaguch