Part 443 (1/2)

First Chorus (CAJETAN).

Welcome the peaceful strain!

Together we adore the guardian power Of these august abodes!

Sacred the hour To kindred brotherly ties And reverend, holy sympathies;-- Our hearts the genial charm shall own, And melt awhile at friends.h.i.+p's soothing tone:-- But when in yonder plain We meet--then peace away!

Come gleaming arms, and battle's deadly fray!

The whole Chorus.

But when in yonder plain We meet--then peace away!

Come gleaming arms, and battle's deadly fray!

First Chorus (BERENGAR).

I hate thee not--nor call thee foe, My brother! this our native earth, The land that gave our fathers birth:-- Of chief's behest the slave decreed, The va.s.sal draws the sword at need, For chieftain's rage we strike the blow, For stranger lords our kindred blood must flow.

Second Chorus (BOHEMUND).

Hate fires their souls--we ask not why;-- At honor's call to fight and die, Boast of the true and brave!

Unworthy of a soldier's name Who burns not for his chieftain's fame!

The whole Chorus.

Unworthy of a soldier's name Who burns not for his chieftain's fame!

One of the Chorus (BERENGAR).

Thus spoke within my bosom's core The thought--as. .h.i.therward I strayed; And pensive 'mid the waving store, I mused, of autumn's yellow glade:-- These gifts of nature's bounteous reign,-- The teeming earth, and golden grain, Yon elms, among whose leaves entwine The tendrils of the cl.u.s.tering vine;-- Gay children of our sunny clime,-- Region of spring's eternal prime!

Each charm should woo to love and joy, No cares the dream of bliss annoy, And pleasure through life's summer day Speed every laughing hour away.

We rage in blood,--oh, dire disgrace!

For this usurping, alien race; From some far distant land they came, Beyond the sun's departing flame.

And owned upon our friendly sh.o.r.e The welcome of our sires of yore.

Alas! their sons in thraldom pine, The va.s.sals of this stranger line.

A second (MANFRED).

Yes! pleased, on our land, from his azure way, The sun ever smiles with unclouded ray.

But never, fair isle, shall thy sons repose 'Mid the sweets which the faithless waves enclose.

On their bosom they wafted the corsair bold, With his dreaded barks to our coast of old.

For thee was thy dower of beauty vain, 'Twas the treasure that lured the spoiler's train.

Oh, ne'er from these smiling vales shall rise A sword for our vanquished liberties; 'Tis not where the laughing Ceres reigns, And the jocund lord of the flowery plains:-- Where the iron lies hid in the mountain cave, Is the cradle of empire--the home of the brave!

[The folding-doors at the back of the stage are thrown open.

DONNA ISABELLA appears between her sons, DON MANUEL and DON CAESAR.

Both Choruses (CAJETAN).

Lift high the notes of praise!

Behold! where lies the awakening sun, She comes, and from her queenly brow Shoots glad, inspiring rays.

Mistress, we bend to thee!

First Chorus.

Fair is the moon amid the starry choir That twinkle o'er the sky, s.h.i.+ning in silvery, mild tranquillity;-- The mother with her sons more fair!