VI. Still there are who raptured view Sweetly sportive still they rove, VII. Stately streams, and glens, and lakes, Science shall delight to rest. To a FRIEND. Repine not O my friend! if Heaven has sent But rouse thy spirit and with all its powers When the blow Of evil on the aged head descends, Heavy it falls, no stirring hope befriends, No active enterprize alleviates woe, No busy expectation comes to save, Death only then the kindly aid extends And boldly with the adverse world engage! Thou wilt behold the past and with delight Find present pleasure in past wretchedness. As one who journeying on his toilsome way With heaviness and sore fatigue opprest, Remembers this upon the future day And recollecting toil, more values rest. CHIMALPOCA. A Monodrama-founded on an event in the Mexican History. SCENE-The Temple of Mexitli. Subjects! friends! children! I may call you children For I have ever borne a father's love 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, 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! Of me, of heaven, he seized, and spurned her back Behind his armies and his multitudes |