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Thou wilt behold the past and with delight
Find present pleasure in past wretchedness. As one who journeying on his toilsome way
With heaviness and sore fatigue opprest, Remembers this upon the future day
And recollecting toil, more values rest.
A Monodrama-founded on an event in the Mexican History.
Scene-The Temple of Mexitli.
Subjects ! friends! children! I may call you children
friends that now In equal numbers and with equal love You come to grace my death.
For thirteen years What I have been, ye know : that with all care, That with all justice and all gentleness Seeking your weal I govern'd. Is there one Whom I have injured ? one whose just redress I have denied, or baffled by delay? Let him come forth, that so no evil tongue
Speak shame of me hereafter. O my people,
The wrath is heavy on me!
It shall blot out the marks of infamy,
Not of the God
lament ! And if your ill-doom'd King deserved your love, Say of him to your children,
“ he was one “ Who bravely bore misfortune ; who when life “ Became dishonour, shook his body off, “ And join'd the Spirits of the heroes dead." Yes! not in *Miclanteuctli's dark abode With cowards shall your King receive his doom ; Not in the icy caverns of the North Suffer thro' endless ages ! he shall join The Spirits of the brave, with them at morn Shall issue from the eastern gate of Heaven,
And follow thro' his fields of light the Sun;
The Prince of Glory, and with equal eye
Spirits of my valiant Sires,