THE CAPTIVE KNIGHT.
Ballad. The Words by Mrs Hemans, the Music by her sister; and both fully dedicated to Sir Walter Scott.
'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound!
And the Knight looked down from the Paynim's
And a Christian host, in its pride and power,
Through the pass beneath him wound.
"Cease awhile, clarion! clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice! be still!
"I knew 'twas a note!
And I see my brethren's lances gleam,
And their pennons wave by the mountain stream,
And their plumes to the glad wind float.
"I am here with my heavy chain!
And I look on a torrent sweeping by,
And an eagle rushing to the sky,
And a host to its battle plain.
"Must I pine in my fetters here
With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight,
And the tall spears glancing on my sight,
And the trumpet in mine ear?
Cease awhile, clarion! clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice! be still! be still!
"They are gone! they have all passed by!
They in whose wars I had borne my part—
They that I loved with a brother's heart
They have left me here to die!
Sound again, clarion! clarion, pour thy blast!
Sound! for the captive's dream of hope is past."
SHOULD HE UPBRAID.
Music by Bishop. Sung by Miss Stephens, Miss M. Tree, and Miss Paton.
Should he upbraid, I'll own that he'd prevail,
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale;
Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view
As mornin roses newly tipped with dew;
Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile,
And dance, and play, and wrinkled care beguile.
