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XIII.

Thou may'st have comfort yet!

Whate'er the source from which those waters glide, Thou hast found healing mercy in their tide;

Be happy and forget!

XIV.

Forget me, and farewell!

But say not that in me new hopes and fears,
Or absence, or the lapse of gradual years,
Will break thy memory's spell.

XV.

Indelibly, within,

All I have lost is written; and the theme

Which silence whispers to my thoughts and dream, Is sorrow still,—and sin!

STANZAS,

WRITTEN BENEATH THE RUINED ALCAZAR, AT TOLEDO.

"In front of the Alcazar, is a statue in stone,

of one of the Gothic kings."

BY HENRY D. INGLIS.

THINE and thy people's, once, stern King!
Was all beneath thy stony gaze:

And now, these mouldering ruins fling
Their shadows back to other days:

To days, when Roman purple swept
The marble of these regal floors;
Or Gothic kings and conquerors kept
Their jubilee within thy doors;

Or Moor, who smote the Gothic band,
Here idly sat before thy gate;

And gazing o'er the conquered land,
Cried Allah achbar!" God is great."

A Roman arch, a Moorish tower,

And thou, grim King, with eye of stone,
Are all that speak the vanished power
Of lines extinct,-of empires gone!

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