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Lightly the time would pass. Return with me,
I may not long be absent."
So she spake.
The Wanderer in half-uttered words express'd 90
Grateful assent. Art thou, astonish'd Maid,
"That one tho' pow'rful is benevolent?
In truth thou well mayest wonder!" Conrade cried.
"But little cause to love the mighty ones
Has the low cottager! for with its shade
Does Power, a barren death-dew-dropping tree,
Blast ev'ry herb beneath its baleful boughs!
Tell thou thy sufferings Isabel! Relate
How warr'd the chieftains, and the people died.
The mission'd Virgin hath not heard thy woes, 100
And pleasant to my ear the twice-told tale
Of sorrow."
Gazing on the martial Maid
She read her wish and spake. "Of lowly line
Not distant far from Jenville, dwelt my sire.
Two brethren form'd our family of love. 105
I may not long be absent."
So she spake.
The Wanderer in half-uttered words express'd 90
Grateful assent. Art thou, astonish'd Maid,
"That one tho' pow'rful is benevolent?
In truth thou well mayest wonder!" Conrade cried.
"But little cause to love the mighty ones
Has the low cottager! for with its shade
Does Power, a barren death-dew-dropping tree,
Blast ev'ry herb beneath its baleful boughs!
Tell thou thy sufferings Isabel! Relate
How warr'd the chieftains, and the people died.
The mission'd Virgin hath not heard thy woes, 100
And pleasant to my ear the twice-told tale
Of sorrow."
Gazing on the martial Maid
She read her wish and spake. "Of lowly line
Not distant far from Jenville, dwelt my sire.
Two brethren form'd our family of love. 105
e"Humble
