I have kept him ever
Thine, when most mine; and shall I now deny Thee?
Oh! go--yes, go--Thou'lt not forget to pray,
[Lewis goes.]
With me, at our old hour? Alas! he's gone
And lost--thank God he hears me not--for ever.
Why look'st thou so, poor girl? I say, for ever.
The day I found the bitter blessed cross,
Something did strike my heart like keen cold steel,
Which quarries daily there with dead dull pains--
Whereby I know that we shall meet no more.
Come! Home, maids, home! Prepare me widow's weeds--
For he is dead to me, and I must soon
Die too to him, and many things; and mark me--
Breathe not his name, lest this love-pampered heart
Should sicken to vain yearnings--Lost! lost! lost!
Lady. Oh stay, and watch this pomp.
Eliz. Well said--we'll stay; so this bright enterprise
Shall blanch our private clouds, and steep our soul
Drunk with the spirit of great Christendom.
CRUSADER CHORUS.
[Men-at-Arms pass, singing.]
The tomb of God before us,
Our fatherland behind,
Our ships shall leap o'er billows steep,
Before a charmed wind.
Above our van great angels
Shall fight along the sky;
While martyrs pure and crowned saints
To God for rescue cry.
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