And broken, but not beaten, were

The gallant ranks he led. Now mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.

Oh! what was Zayda's sorrow,

How passionate her cries!

Her lover's wounds streamed not more free

Than that poor maiden's eyes.

Say, Love-for didst thou see her tears:
Oh, no! he drew more tight
The blinding fillet o'er his lids

To spare his eyes the sight. While mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.

Nor Zayda weeps him only,
But all that dwell between
The great Alhambra's palace walls
And springs of Albaicin.

The ladies weep the flower of knights,
The brave the bravest here;

The people weep a champion,
The Alcaydes a noble peer.
While mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.

LOVE IN THE AGE OF CHIVALRY.

FROM PEYRE VIDAL, THE TROUBADOUR.

THE earth was sown with early flowers,

The heavens were blue and bright—

I met a youthful cavalier

As lovely as the light.

I knew him not-but in

iny heart
His graceful image lies,
And well I marked his open brow,

His sweet and tender eyes,
His ruddy lips that ever smiled,

His glittering teeth betwixt,
And flowing robe embroidered o'er,
With leaves and blossoms mixed.
He wore a chaplet of the rose;

His palfrey, white and sleek,
Was marked with many an ebon spo
And many a purple streak;
Of jasper was his saddle-bow,

His housings sapphire stone,
And brightly in his stirrup glanced
The purple calcedon.

Fast rode the gallant cavalier,

As youthful horsemen ride; "Peyre Vidal! know that I am Love," The blooming stranger cried ; "And this is Mercy by my side,

A dame of high degree; This maid is Chastity," he said, "This squire is Loyalty."

THE LOVE OF GOD.

FROM THE PROVENÇAL OP BERNARI RASCAL

ALL things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. The forms of men shall be as they had never been; The blasted groves shall lose their fresh and tender green; The birds of the thicket shall end their pleasant song, And the nightingale shall cease to chant the evening long. The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that kills, And all the fair white flocks shall perish from the hills. The goat and antlered stag, the wolf and the fox, The wild boar of the wood, and the chamois of the rocks, And the strong and fearless bear, in the trodden dust shall lie; And the dolphin of the sea, and the mighty whale, shall die. And realms shall be dissolved, and empires be no more, And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore; And the great globe itself, (so the holy writings tell,) With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, Shall melt with fervent heat-they shall all pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.