A DRUID.
SWEET smiles the May!
The forest gayFrom frost and ice is freed;No snow is found,Glad songs resoundAcross the verdant mead.
Upon the heightThe snow lies light,Yet thither now we go, There to extol our Father's name,Whom we for ages know.
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Thus pure the heart will grow.
THE DRUIDS.
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Extol we now our Father's name,Whom we for ages know!
Up, up, then, let us go!
ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
Would ye, then, so rashly act?
Would ye instant death attract?
Know ye not the cruel threatsOf the victors we obey?
Round about are placed their netsIn the sinful heathen's way.
Ah! upon the lofty wallWife and children slaughter they;And we all Hasten to a certain fall.
CHORUS OF WOMEN.
Ay, upon the camp's high wallAll our children loved they slay.
Ah, what cruel victors they!
And we all Hasten to a certain fall.
A DRUID.
Who fears to-dayHis rites to pay,Deserves his chains to wear.
The forest's free!
This wood take we,And straight a pile prepare!
Yet in the woodTo stay 'tis goodBy day, till all is still, With watchers all around us plac'dProtecting you from ill.
With courage fresh, then let us hasteOur duties to fulfil.
CHORUS OF WATCHERS.
Ye valiant watchers, now divide Your numbers through the forest wide,And see that all is still,While they their rites fulfil.
A WATCHER.
Let us in a cunning wise, Yon dull Christian priests surprise With the devil of their talkWe'll those very priests confound.
Come with prong, and come with fork.
Raise a wild and rattling sound Through the livelong night, and prowlAll the rocky passes round.
Screechowl, owl, Join in chorus with our howl!
CHORUS OF WATCHERS.
Come with prong, and come with fork, Like the devil of their talk, And with wildly rattling sound, Prowl the desert rocks around!
Screechowl, owl, Join in chorus with our howl!
A DRUID.
Thus far 'tis right.
That we by nightOur Father's praises sing;1
'Tis true that now,And often, ThouFav'rest the foe in fight.
As from the smoke is freed the blaze,So let our faith burn bright!
And if they crush our golden ways,Who e'er can crush Thy light?
A CHRISTIAN WATCHER.
Comrades, quick! your aid afford!
All the brood of hell's abroad;
See how their enchanted formsThrough and through with flames are glowing!
Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms,On in quick succession going!
Let us, let us haste to fly!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing, And the archfiend roars on high;From the ground Hellish vapours rise around.
CHORUS OF CHRISTIAN WATCHERS.
Terrible enchanted forms, Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing!
See, the archfiend comes, all-glowing!
From the ground Hellish vapours rise around!
CHORUS OF DRUIDS.
As from the smoke is freed the blaze,So let our faith burn bright!
And if they crush our golden ways,Who e'er can crush Thy light?
1799.
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