PRINCE HENRY. But this deed, is it good or evil? LUCIFER. Ay; and from whatsoever sin Lieth around it and within, From all crimes in which it may involve thee, PRINCE HENRY. Give me thy holy benediction. LUCIFER, stretching forth his hand and muttering. Maledictione perpetua Maledicat vos Pater eternus! THE ANGEL, with the aeolian harp. Take heed! take heed! Noble art thou in thy birth, By the good and the great of earth Hast thou been taught! Be noble in every thought And in every deed! Let not the illusion of thy senses Listen no more To the suggestions of an evil spirit, Making the foul seem fair, And selfishness itself a virtue and a merit! A ROOM IN THE FARM-HOUSE. GOTTLIEB. IT is decided! For many days, Of God, and his mysterious ways! Much have we suffered, much have prayed And show us what his will required. It is decided; and we give Our child, O Prince, that you may live! URSULA. It is of God. He has inspired This purpose in her; and through pain, GOTTLIEB. As Abraham offered long ago His son unto the Lord, and even Gave his, as a lamb unto the slaughter, So do I offer up my daughter! URSULA hides her face. My life is little, Only a cup of water, But pure and limpid. Take it, O my Prince! ELSIE. Promise me, When we are gone from here, and on our way Walks unmolested, and with thoughts of pardon The gates of Heaven, in this great jubilee, my petition, putting off from me With Longfellow. II. All thoughts of earth, as shoes from off my feet. Promise me this. PRINCE HENRY. Thy words fall from thy lips Like roses from the Lips of Angelo: and angels ELSIE. Will you not promise? PRINCE HENRY. If ever we depart upon this journey, ELSIE. lifted me Shall we not then? Have go, you Into the air, only to hurl me back Wounded upon the ground? and offered me PRINCE HENRY. O Elsie! what a lesson thou dost teach me! To me the thought of death is terrible, Only a step into the open air Out of a tent already luminous With light that shines through its transparent walls! O pure in heart! from thy sweet dust shall Lilies, upon whose petals will be written "Ave Maria" in characters of gold! grow III. A STREET IN STRASBURG. Night. PRINCE HENRY wandering alone, wrapped in a cloak. PRINCE HENRY. STILL is the night. The sound of feet In the dusk and damp of these walls of stone, CRIER OF THE DEAD, ringing a bell. Wake! wake! All ye that sleep! PRINCE HENRY. Hark! with what accents loud and hoarse This warder on the walls of death With the light of another world in their eyes! CRIER OF THE DEAD. Wake! wake! All ye that sleep! Pray for the Dead! Pray for the Dead! |