. . .Thenceforth one path My footsteps wooed; the fickle train was still Of young desires—new felt my being's aim, My soul revealed! and as the pilgrim turns His wistful gaze, where, from the orient sky, With gracious lustre beams Redemption's star;— So to that brightest point of heaven, her presence, My hopes and longings centred all. No sun Sank in the western waves, but smiled farewell To two united lovers:—thus in stillness Our hearts were twined,—the all-seeing air above us Alone the faithful witness of our joys! Oh, golden hours! Oh, happy days! nor Heaven Indignant viewed our bliss;—no vows enchained Her spotless soul; naught but the link which bound it Eternally to mine!



Chorus (CAJETAN). Those hallowed walls, Perchance the calm retreat of tender youth, No living grave? DON MANUEL. In infant innocence . . . Read More