"And palmer, good palmer, by Gallilee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on, O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?". "O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it flows; Your castle stands strong, and your hopes soar on high, But lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die. "The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls, O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed; Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie, Small thought on his faith, or his knighthood, had he ; A heathenish damsel his light heart had won, The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon.. "O Christian, brave Christian, my love would'st thou be, "And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore "C And, last, thou shalt aid us with counsel and hand, For my lord and my love then Count Albert I'll take, He has thrown by his helmet and cross-handled sword, And in the dread cavern, deep deep under ground, Amazed was the princess, the Soldan amazed; Again in the cavern, deep deep under ground, He watch'd the lone night, while the winds whistled round ; Far off was their murmur, it came not more nigh, The flame burnt unmoved, and nought else did he spy. Loud murmur'd the priests, and amazed was the king, While many dark spells of their witchcraft they sing; They search'd Albert's body, and, lo! on his breast Was the sign of the Cross, by his father impress'd. The priests they erase it with care and with pain, High bristled his hair, his heart flutter'd and beat, Scarce pass'd he the archway, the threshold scarce trod, When the winds from the four points of Heaven were abroad; They made each steel portal to rattle and ring, And, borne on the blast, came the dread Fire-King. Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er he drew nigh, Unmeasured in height, undistinguish'd in form, In his hand a broad faulchion blue-glimmer'd through smoke, And Mount Lebanon shook as the monarch he spoke :"With this brand shalt thou conquer, thus long, and no more, Till thou bend to the Cross, and the Virgin adore." The cloud-shrouded Arm gives the weapon; and, see! |