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, 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! And now, these mouldering ruins fling To days, when Roman purple swept Or Moor, who smote the Gothic band, And gazing o'er the conquered land, A Roman arch, a Moorish tower, And thou, grim King, with eye of stone, |