He rais'd Anselmo up, and bade him live, The bloody purpose led by which he came. He ran with breathless speed,.. he reached the door, With rapid throbs his feverish pulses swell,.. He came to crave for pardon, to adore For grace vouchsafed; before the cross he fell,. And rais'd his swimming eyes, and thought that there He saw the imaged Christ smile favouring on his prayer. A blest illusion! from that very night The monk's austerest life devout he led; And still he felt the enthusiast's deep delight, And seraph-visions floated round his head; The joys of heaven foretasted fill'd his soul, And still the good man's name adorns the sainted roll. XIMALPOCA. SCENE-The Temple of Mexitli. Subjects! friends! children! I may call you children Towards you; it is thirteen years since first Since here the multitudes of Mexico Hail'd me their King. I thank you 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 Let him come forth, that so no evil tongue Speak shame of me hereafter. O my people, The wrath is heavy on me! Behind his armies and his multitudes |