The Templars in Cyprus
THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS.
God mend it, gossipping the Inst half-hour ! Not yet been to tho Master ? Docs ho know The service, tho obedience, or tho rules ? March !—forth ! Six minutes, and I como myself.
[CIIARLOT hastens away.
Theso nro tho Temple's gnardinns ! Ah, poor Molay !
Thou, thou remainest only ! Yet with such
As theso thon need'st must fall, and I ! 0, tako
Me, Hugo ! soon to thino eternal rest ! [Exi'.
--1 natural garden set with many flowers ami shrubs : Behind, a trellis adjoining a court-yard, and at the siilc, part of the Temple-court, with Farm-buildings.
PHILIP (busy gardening, sings).
Ere the early snn has left his bed, (While yet from the steaming sea Above and below floats the morning-red, Nor with gleaming spear strides he j) Hither and thither the blithe birds go, Singing above and singing below A song, a jubilant song.
Little birds, why are ye always so gay,
As ye welcome the sun's warm fostering ray ?
We rejoice that we live, and exist through the hours,
Rejoice that such blithesome companionship's ours.
Our fashion is good,
So gaily to flit through tho wood ; While fann'd by sweet breezy dawn's quickening powers.
The sun too is merry of mood.
Little birds, why sit ye silent and pressed
To the eaves in your mossy nest ?
We sit, for wc feel not the warmth of the sun ;
Night has buried his beams in the waves, every one j