When she whose glory casts in shade France and her best and bravest, was convey'd Thither where all worth praise had bled, An aged man in the same car was led To the same end. The only way, Roland! to soothe his fear didst thou essay. "O sir! indeed you must not see The blood that is about to flow from me. Mount first these steps. A mother torn From her one child worse pangs each day hath borne." He trembled .. but obey'd the word .. Then sprang she up and met the reeking sword. |