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With scorn of death the trembling tribes inspire.
He spoke; and all was silence, all was night! Each had already winged his formidable flight.
The Voyage continued.
“Ah, why look back, tho' all is left behind ?
-Still, as beyond this mortal life impelled
(His amber chain the only badge he bore,
At daybreak might the Caravels* be seen,
* Light vessels, formerly used by the Spaniards and Portuguese.
ALBERT of FLORENCE, who, at twilight-time,
The Voyage continued.
Yet who but He undaunted could explore
When round the Ark the birds of tempest wheeled ;
One at the stern before the hour-glass stood,
Then sunk his generous spirit, and He wept.
* A luminous appearance of good omen.
| His public procession to the convent of La Rábida on the day before he set sail. It was there that his sons had received their education; and he himself appears to have passed some time there, the venerable Guardian, Juan Perez de Marchena, being his zealous and affectionate friend.— The ceremonies of his departure and return are represented in many of the fresco-paintings in the palaces of Genoa.
Oft in the silent night-watch doubt and fear Broke in uncertain murmurs on his ear. Oft the stern Catalan, at noon of day, Muttered dark threats, and lingered to obey ; Tho' that brave Youth-he, whom his courser bore Right thro' the midst, when, fetlock deep in gore, The great Gonzalo battled with the Moor, (What time the ALHAMBRA shook-soon to unfold Its sacred courts, and fountains yet untold, Its holy texts and arabesques of gold) Tho' Roldan, sleep and death to him alike, Grasped his good sword and half unsheathed to strike. Oh born to wander with your flocks,” he cried, “ And bask and dream along the mountain-side ; To urge your mules, tinkling from hill to hill ; Or at the vintage-feast to drink your fill, And strike your castanets, with gipsy-maid Dancing Fandangos in the chestnut shadeCome on,” he cried, and threw his glove in scorn, “ Not this your wonted pledge, the brimming horn. Valiant in peace! Adventurous at home! Oh, had ye vowed with pilgrim-staff to roam ; Or with banditti sought the sheltering wood, Where, mouldering crosses mark the scene of blood !—"