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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who build<br>The bridges o'er swift rivers and abysses<br>Before impassable to human feet,<br>No less than on the builders of cathedrals,<br>Whose massive walls are bridges thrown across<br>The dark and terrible abyss of Death.<br>Well has the name of Pontifex been given<br>Unto the Church's head, as the chief builder<br>And architect of the invisible bridge<br>That leads from earth to heaven.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ How dark it grows!<br>What are these paintings on the walls around us?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ The Dance Macaber!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ What?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ The Dance of Death!<br>All that go to and fro must look upon it,<br>Mindful of what they shall be, while beneath,<br>Among the wooden piles, the turbulent river<br>Rushes, impetuous as the river of life,<br>With dimpling eddies, ever green and bright,<br>Save where the shadow of this bridge falls on it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ O, yes! I see it now!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ The grim musician<br>Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,<br>To different sounds in different measures moving;<br>Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,<br>To tempt or terrify.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ What is this picture?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ It is a young man singing to a nun,<br>Who kneels at her devotions, but in kneeling<br>Turns round to look at him, and Death, meanwhile,<br>Is putting out the candles on the altar!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen<br>to such songs, when in her orisons<br>She might have heard in heaven the angels singing!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Here he has stolen a jester's cap and bells,<br>And dances with the Queen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ A foolish jest!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ And here the heart of the new-wedded wife,<br>Coming from church with her beloved lord,<br>He startles with the rattle of his drum.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ Ah, that is sad! And yet perhaps 't is best<br>That she should die, with all the sunshine on her,<br>And all the benedictions of the morning,<br>Before this affluence of golden light<br>Shall fade into a cold and clouded gray,<br>Then into darkness!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Under it is written,<br>'Nothing but death shall separate thee and me!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ And what is this, that follows close upon it?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Death, playing on a ducimer. Behind him,<br>A poor old woman, with a rosary,<br>Follows the sound, and seems to wish her feet<br>Were swifter to o'ertake him. Underneath,<br>The inscription reads, 'Better is Death than Life.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ Better is Death than Life! Ah yes! to thousands<br>Death plays upon a dulcimer, and sings<br>That song of consolation, till the air<br>Rings with it, and they cannot choose but follow<br>Whither he leads. And not the old alone,<br>But the young also hear it, and are still.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Yes, in their sadder moments. 'T is the sound<br>Of their own hearts they hear, half full of tears,<br>Which are like crystal cups, half filled with water.<br>Responding to the pressure of a finger<br>With music sweet and low and melancholy.<br>Let us go forward, and no longer stay<br>In this great picture-gallery of Death!<br>I hate it! ay, the very thought of it!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ Why is it hateful to you?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ For the reason<br>That life, and all that speaks of life, is lovely,<br>And death, and all that speaks of death, is hateful.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ The grave is but a covered bridge,<br>leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry (emerging from the bridge)._ I breathe again more<br>freely! Ah, how pleasant<br>To come once more into the light of day,<br>Out of that shadow of death! To hear again<br>The hoof-beats of our horses on firm ground,<br>And not upon those hollow planks, resounding<br>With a sepulchral echo, like the clods<br>On coffins in a churchyard! Yonder lies<br>The Lake of the Four Forest-Towns, apparelled<br>In light, and lingering, like a village maiden,<br>Hid in the bosom of her native mountains,<br>Then pouring all her life into another's,<br>Changing her name and being! Overhead,<br>Shaking his cloudy tresses loose in air,<br>Rises Pilatus, with his windy pines.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(_They pass on_.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE _crossing, with attendants._</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide._ This bridge is called the Devil's Bridge.<br>With a single arch, from ridge to ridge,<br>It leaps across the terrible chasm<br>Yawning beneath us, black and deep,<br>As if, in some convulsive spasm,<br>the summits of the hills had cracked,<br>and made a road for the cataract,<br>That raves and rages down the steep!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (under the bridge)._ Ha! ha!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide._ Never any bridge but this<br>Could stand across the wild abyss;<br>All the rest, of wood or stone,<br>By the Devil's hand were overthrown.<br>He toppled crags from the precipice,<br>And whatsoe'er was built by day<br>In the night was swept away;<br>None could stand but this alone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (under the bridge)._ Ha! ha!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide._ I showed you in the valley a boulder<br>Marked with the imprint of his shoulder;<br>As he was bearing it up this way,<br>A peasant, passing, cried, 'Herr Je!'<br>And the Devil dropped it in his fright,<br>And vanished suddenly out of sight!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (under the bridge)._ Ha! ha!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide._ Abbot Giraldus of Einsiedel,<br>For pilgrims on their way to Rome,<br>Built this at last, with a single arch,<br>Under which, on its endless march,<br>Runs the river, white with foam,<br>Like a thread through the eye of a needle.<br>And the Devil promised to let it stand,<br>Under compact and condition<br>That the first living thing which crossed<br>Should be surrendered into his hand,<br>And be beyond redemption lost.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (under the bridge)._ Ha! ha! perdition!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide._ At length, the bridge being all completed,<br>The Abbot, standing at its head,<br>Threw across it a loaf of bread,<br>Which a hungry dog sprang after,<br>And the rocks reechoed with peals of laughter<br>To see the Devil thus defeated!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(_They pass on_)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer_ (_under the bridge_) Ha! ha! defeated!<br>For journeys and for crimes like this<br>To let the bridge stand o'er the abyss!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE ST. GOTHARD PASS.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ This is the highest point. Two ways the rivers<br>Leap down to different seas, and as they roll<br>Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence<br>Becomes a benefaction to the towns<br>They visit, wandering silently among them,<br>Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ How bleak and bare it is! Nothing but mosses<br>Grow on these rocks.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Yet are they not forgotten;<br>Beneficent Nature sends the mists to feed them.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft<br>So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away<br>Over the snowy peaks! It seems to me<br>The body of St. Catherine, borne by angels!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Thou art St. Catherine, and invisible angels<br>Bear thee across these chasms and precipices,<br>Lest thou shouldst dash thy feet against a stone!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ Would I were borne unto my grave, as she was,<br>Upon angelic shoulders! Even now<br>I Seem uplifted by them, light as air!<br>What sound is that?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_. The tumbling avalanches!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ How awful, yet how beautiful!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_. These are<br>The voices of the mountains! Thus they ope<br>Their snowy lips, and speak unto each other,<br>In the primeval language, lost to man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_. What land is this that spreads itself beneath us?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Italy! Italy!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie_ Land of the Madonna!<br>How beautiful it is! It seems a garden<br>Of Paradise!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_. Nay, of Gethsemane<br>To thee and me, of passion and of prayer!<br>Yet once of Paradise. Long years ago<br>I wandered as a youth among its bowers,<br>And never from my heart has faded quite<br>Its memory, that, like a summer sunset,<br>Encircles with a ring of purple light<br>All the horizon of my youth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Guide_. O friends!<br>The days are short, the way before us long;<br>We must not linger, if we think to reach<br>The inn at Belinzona before vespers!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(_They pass on_.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">AT THE FOOT OF THE ALPS.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_A halt under the trees at noon_.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_ Here let us pause a moment in the trembling<br>Shadow and sunshine of the roadside trees,<br>And, our tired horses in a group assembling,<br>Inhale long draughts of this delicious breeze<br>Our fleeter steeds have distanced our attendants;<br>They lag behind us with a slower pace;<br>We will await them under the green pendants<br>Of the great willows in this shady place.<br>Ho, Barbarossa! how thy mottled haunches<br>Sweat with this canter over hill and glade!<br>Stand still, and let these overhanging branches<br>Fan thy hot sides and comfort thee with shade!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ What a delightful landscape spreads before us,<br>Marked with a whitewashed cottage here and there!<br>And, in luxuriant garlands drooping o'er us,<br>Blossoms of grapevines scent the sunny air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Hark! what sweet sounds are those, whose accents holy<br>Fill the warm noon with music sad and sweet!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ It is a band of pilgrims, moving slowly<br>On their long journey, with uncovered feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Pilgrims (chaunting the Hymn of St. Hildebert)_<br>Me receptet Sion illa,<br>Sion David, urbs tranquilla,<br>Cujus faber auctor lucis,<br>Cujus portae lignum crucis,<br>Cujus claves lingua Petri,<br>Cujus cives semper laeti,<br>Cujus muri lapis vivus,<br>Cujus custos Rex festivus!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (as a Friar in the procession)._ Here am I, too, in the<br>pious band,<br>In the garb of a barefooted Carmelite dressed!<br>The soles of my feet are as hard and tanned<br>As the conscience of old Pope Hildebrand,<br>The Holy Satan, who made the wives<br>Of the bishops lead such shameful lives.<br>All day long I beat my breast,<br>And chaunt with a most particular zest<br>The Latin hymns, which I understand<br>Quite as well, I think, as the rest.<br>And at night such lodging in barns and sheds,<br>Such a hurly-burly in country inns,<br>Such a clatter of tongues in empty heads,<br>Such a helter-skelter of prayers and sins!<br>Of all the contrivances of the time<br>For sowing broadcast the seeds of crime,<br>There is none so pleasing to me and mine<br>As a pilgrimage to some far-off shrine!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ If from the outward man we judge the inner,<br>And cleanliness is godliness, I fear<br>A hopeless reprobate, a hardened sinner,<br>Must be that Carmelite now passing near.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer._ There is my German Prince again,<br>Thus far on his journey to Salern,<br>And the lovesick girl, whose heated brain<br>Is sowing the cloud to reap the rain;<br>But it's a long road that has no turn!<br>Let them quietly hold their way,<br>I have also a part in the play.<br>But first I must act to my heart's content<br>This mummery and this merriment,<br>And drive this motley flock of sheep<br>Into the fold, where drink and sleep<br>The jolly old friars of Benevent.<br>Of a truth, it often provokes me to laugh<br>To see these beggars hobble along,<br>Lamed and maimed, and fed upon chaff,<br>Chanting their wonderful piff and paff,<br>And, to make up for not understanding the song,<br>Singing it fiercely, and wild, and strong!<br>Were it not for my magic garters and staff,<br>And the goblets of goodly wine I quaff,<br>And the mischief I make in the idle throng,<br>I should not continue the business long.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Pilgrims (chaunting)._ In hac uibe, lux solennis,<br>Ver aeternum, pax perennis,<br>In hac odor implens caelos,<br>In hac semper festum melos!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Do you observe that monk among the train,<br>Who pours from his great throat the roaring bass,<br>As a cathedral spout pours out the rain,<br>And this way turns his rubicund, round face?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ It is the same who, on the Strasburg square,<br>Preached to the people in the open air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ And he has crossed o'er mountain, field, and fell,<br>On that good steed, that seems to bear him well,<br>The hackney of the Friars of Orders Gray,<br>His own stout legs! He, too, was in the play,<br>Both as King Herod and Ben Israel.<br>Good morrow, Friar!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Friar Cuthbert._ Good morrow, noble Sir!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ I speak in German, for, unless I err,<br>You are a German.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Friar Cuthbert._ I cannot gainsay you.<br>But by what instinct, or what secret sign,<br>Meeting me here, do you straightway divine<br>That northward of the Alps my country lies?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Your accent, like St, Peter's, would betray you,<br>Did not your yellow beard and your blue eyes,<br>Moreover, we have seen your face before,<br>And heard you preach at the Cathedral door<br>On Easter Sunday, in the Strasburg square<br>We were among the crowd that gathered there,<br>And saw you play the Rabbi with great skill,<br>As if, by leaning o'er so many years<br>To walk with little children, your own will<br>Had caught a childish attitude from theirs,<br>A kind of stooping in its form and gait,<br>And could no longer stand erect and straight.<br>Whence come you now?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Friar Cuthbert._ From the old monastery<br>Of Hirschau, in the forest; being sent<br>Upon a pilgrimage to Benevent,<br>To see the image of the Virgin Mary,<br>That moves its holy eyes, and sometimes speaks,<br>And lets the piteous tears run down its cheeks,<br>To touch the hearts of the impenitent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ O, had I faith, as in the days gone by,<br>That knew no doubt, and feared no mystery!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (at a distance)._ Ho, Cuthbert! Friar Cuthbert!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Friar Cuthbert._ Farewell, Prince!<br>I cannot stay to argue and convince.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ This is indeed the blessed Mary's land,<br>Virgin and Mother of our dear Redeemer!<br>All hearts are touched and softened at her name;<br>Alike the bandit, with the bloody hand,<br>The priest, the prince, the scholar, and the peasant,<br>The man of deeds, the visionary dreamer,<br>Pay homage to her as one ever present!<br>And even as children, who have much offended<br>A too indulgent father, in great shame,<br>Penitent, and yet not daring unattended<br>To go into his presence, at the gate<br>Speak with their sister, and confiding wait<br>Till she goes in before and intercedes;<br>So men, repenting of their evil deeds,<br>And yet not venturing rashly to draw near<br>With their requests an angry father's ear,<br>Offer to her their prayers and their confession,<br>And she for them in heaven makes intercession.<br>And if our Faith had given us nothing more<br>Than this example of all womanhood,<br>So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,<br>So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure,<br>This were enough to prove it higher and truer<br>Than all the creeds the world had known before.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Pilgrims (chaunting afar off)_. Urbs ccelestis, urbs beata,<br>Supra petram collocata,<br>Urbs in portu satis tuto<br>De longinquo te saluto,<br>Te saluto, te suspiro,<br>Te affecto, te requiro!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE INN AT GENOA.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_A terrace overlooking the sea. Night._</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ It is the sea, it is the sea,<br>In all its vague immensity,<br>Fading and darkening in the distance!<br>Silent, majestical, and slow,<br>The white ships haunt it to and fro,<br>With all their ghostly sails unfurled,<br>As phantoms from another world<br>Haunt the dim confines of existence!<br>But ah! how few can comprehend<br>Their signals, or to what good end<br>From land to land they come and go!<br>Upon a sea more vast and dark<br>The spirits of the dead embark,<br>All voyaging to unknown coasts.<br>We wave our farewells from the shore,<br>And they depart, and come no more,<br>Or come as phantoms and as ghosts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Above the darksome sea of death<br>Looms the great life that is to be,<br>A land of cloud and mystery,<br>A dim mirage, with shapes of men<br>Long dead, and passed beyond our ken.<br>Awe-struck we gaze, and hold our breath<br>Till the fair pageant vanisheth,<br>Leaving us in perplexity,<br>And doubtful whether it has been<br>A vision of the world unseen,<br>Or a bright image of our own<br>Against the sky in vapors thrown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Lucifer (singing from the sea)_. Thou didst not make it, thou<br>canst not mend it,<br>But thou hast the power to end it!<br>The sea is silent, the sea is discreet,<br>Deep it lies at thy very feet;<br>There is no confessor like unto Death!<br>Thou canst not see him, but he is near;<br>Thou needest not whisper above thy breath,<br>And he will hear;<br>He will answer the questions,<br>The vague surmises and suggestions,<br>That fill thy soul with doubt and fear!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry_. The fisherman, who lies afloat,<br>With shadowy sail, in yonder boat,<br>Is singing softly to the Night!<br>But do I comprehend aright<br>The meaning of the words he sung<br>So sweetly in his native tongue?<br>Ah, yes! the sea is still and deep.<br>All things within its bosom sleep!<br>A single step, and all is o'er;<br>A plunge, a bubble, and no more;<br>And thou, dear Elsie, wilt be free<br>From martyrdom and agony.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie (coming from her chamber upon the terrace)._<br>The night is calm and cloudless,<br>And still as still can be,<br>And the stars come forth to listen<br>To the music of the sea.<br>They gather, and gather, and gather,<br>Until they crowd the sky,<br>And listen, in breathless silence,<br>To the solemn litany.<br>It begins in rocky caverns,<br>As a voice that chaunts alone<br>To the pedals of the organ<br>In monotonous undertone;<br>And anon from shelving beaches,<br>And shallow sands beyond,<br>In snow-white robes uprising<br>The ghostly choirs respond.<br>And sadly and unceasing<br>The mournful voice sings on,<br>And the snow-white choirs still answer<br>Christe eleison!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Angel of God! thy finer sense perceives<br>Celestial and perpetual harmonies!<br>Thy purer soul, that trembles and believes,<br>Hears the archangel's trumpet in the breeze,<br>And where the forest rolls, or ocean heaves,<br>Cecilia's organ sounding in the seas,<br>And tongues of prophets speaking in the leaves.<br>But I hear discord only and despair,<br>And whispers as of demons in the air!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">AT SEA.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Il Padrone._ The wind upon our quarter lies,<br>And on before the freshening gale,<br>That fills the snow-white lateen sail,<br>Swiftly our light felucca flies.<br>Around, the billows burst and foam;<br>They lift her o'er the sunken rock,<br>They beat her sides with many a shock,<br>And then upon their flowing dome<br>They poise her, like a weathercock!<br>Between us and the western skies<br>The hills of Corsica arise;<br>Eastward, in yonder long, blue line,<br>The summits of the Apennine,<br>And southward, and still far away,<br>Salerno, on its sunny bay.<br>You cannot see it, where it lies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Ah, would that never more mine eyes<br>Might see its towers by night or day!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ Behind us, dark and awfully,<br>There comes a cloud out of the sea,<br>That bears the form of a hunted deer,<br>With hide of brown, and hoofs of black,<br>And antlers laid upon its back,<br>And fleeing fast and wild with fear,<br>As if the hounds were on its track!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Prince Henry._ Lo! while we gaze, it breaks and falls<br>In shapeless masses, like the walls<br>Of a burnt city. Broad and red<br>The fires of the descending sun<br>Glare through the windows, and o'erhead,<br>Athwart the vapors, dense and dun,<br>Long shafts of silvery light arise,<br>Like rafters that support the skies!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Elsie._ See! from its summit the lurid levin<br>Flashes downward without warning,<br>As Lucifer, son of the morning,<br>Fell from the battlements of heaven!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_Il Padrone._ I must entreat you, friends, below!<br>The angry storm begins to blow,<br>For the weather changes with the moon.<br>All this morning, until noon,<br>We had baffling winds, and sudden flaws<br>Struck the sea with their cat's-paws.<br>Only a little hour ago<br>I was whistling to Saint Antonio<br>For a capful of wind to fill our sail,<br>And instead of a breeze he has sent a gale.<br>Last night I saw St. Elmo's stars,<br>With their glimmering lanterns, all at play<br>On the tops of the masts and the tips of the spars,<br>And I knew we should have foul weather to-day.<br>Cheerily, my hearties! yo heave ho!<br>Brail up the mainsail, and let her go<br>As the winds will and Saint Antonio!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do you see that Livornese felucca,<br>That vessel to the windward yonder,<br>Running with her gunwale under?<br>I was looking when the wind o'ertook her,<br>She had all sail set, and the only wonder<br>Is that at once the strength of the blast<br>Did not carry away her mast.<br>She is a galley of the Gran Duca,<br>That, through the fear of the Algerines,<br>Convoys those lazy brigantines,<br>Laden with wine and oil from Lucca.<br>Now all is ready, high and low;<br>Blow, blow, good Saint Antonio!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ha! that is the first dash of the rain,<br>With a sprinkle of spray above the rails,<br>Just enough to moisten our sails,<br>And make them ready for the strain.<br>See how she leaps, as the blasts o'ertake her,<br>And speeds away with a bone in her mouth!<br>Now keep her head toward the south,<br>And there is no danger of bank or breaker.<br>With the breeze behind us, on we go;<br>Not too much, good Saint Antonio!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></strong></div>

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