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 The Admiral 
 
 A DRAMATIC TRIAD, 
 
 
The Admiral 
 
 A DRAMATIC TRIAD. 
 
 MJL 
 
PS 2.531 
 
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 Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1889, by 
 
 CHARLOTTE PENDLETON, 
 J ti the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 
 
 Printed by 
 
 ALLEN, LANE & SCOTT, 
 
 Philadelphia. 
 
THE ENTERPRISE. 
 
 Personages. 
 
 Isabella . The Queen. 
 
 Columbus In travel-worn Genoese sail- 
 or costume. 
 
 Prince John 14 years of age. 
 
 Diego Son of Columbus — about 10 
 
 years of age. 
 
 Juan Perez The Prior of Rabida. 
 
 Dolores A Lady in Waiting. 
 
 Rodrigo De Escobar The King s Notary. 
 
 Page, Courtiers, &c. 
 
 Scene — A roo?n at the Court of Spain. 
 Time — 1492 . 
 
 Dolo. — Fly, little page, and bring thy mandolin ! 
 
 See, on the brow of our illustrious Queen 
 
 Dull care sit brooding. 
 
 Isa. — I thank thee, lady ; perchance this cloud wilt lift 
 
 Of heavy perturbation from my soul, 
 
 Under the spell of singing innocence. 
 
 Dolo. — Madam, let not the cares of empire thus 
 
 Oppress your royal spirit. 
 
 Were we not born upon the self-same day ? 
 
 You are not older than your serving maid, 
 
 You are the fairest fair in all Castile, 
 
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Born to a throne, set high above dull care, 
 And yet your soul is sad upon its throne 
 While I, your maid, go singing all the day. 
 Isa. — Dolores, it is well that you should sing 
 Who dwell sequestered in the pleasant shade ; 
 But I was born to share the burdens of 
 An empire, and my gracious Lord brooks not 
 The cares of state, or Christian polity. 
 His spirit is so masterful he is 
 In love with war, as doth beseem a king. 
 
 [Comes forward and sings.'] 
 
 [Page pauses on the threshold and sings. ,] 
 
 The rose endowering, 
 With perfumed flowering, 
 
 The bare, white breast of May ; 
 Young love a wandering, 
 [n light philandering, 
 
 With laughter stole away. 
 
 Belle dame sans merci 
 Why dart at me so merrily 
 Eye-beams luminous and dark 
 As the fire-flies' living spark, 
 Or phosphorus that seems to be 
 Moonlight sifted through the sea. 
 
 Think you with that smile so rare 
 To net me in a shimmering snare, 
 Belle dame sans merci. 
 
 Dame. I know a maid, and she 
 Is both fair and true to me, 
 And her voice is like the lark, 
 Breaking thy enchantment dark 
 Belle dame sans merci. 
 
 [Columbus enters, accompanied by Rodrigo De Escobar, Diego, 
 and Juan Perez, the Prior of Rabida.~\ 
 
 Juan. — Hail, Majesty of Spain ! I bring thee this 
 Reclaimed suitor, whom thou most graciously 
 
Dost honor with renewed audience. 
 
 We did o'ertake him in the way that leads 
 
 To Cordova — the boy wept as they walked — 
 
 And brought them hither stained with the dust of highways, 
 
 Lest thy soft purpose chill with too long waiting. 
 
 Isa. — Couldst thou not tarry, Colon, until the King 
 
 Had slaked his thirst for war? And do the subjects 
 
 Of free states depart without dismissal? 
 
 Col. — I would not seem to lack in reverence ; 
 
 For thou dost wear thy vested majesty 
 
 As God's vicegerent : but 'tis not my wont 
 
 To sue to sovereigns, and, though myself most humble, 
 
 It doth ill beseem my lofty purpose 
 
 To wait in dalliance upon the King. 
 
 Isa. — Think'st thou the King would pause to hear thy suit, 
 
 Proud Genoese, upon the brink of war? 
 
 Col. — Sovereigns may scorn my poor indignity, 
 
 But that of which I treat gives me precedence 
 
 Before the King. What are these idle bands 
 
 Of alien Moors that they should claim the sword 
 
 Of Spain, when he may set upon his brows 
 
 The radiant crown of Orient? 
 
 Isa. — Speak on ! 
 
 Col. — Most gentle lady, hast thou ne'er heard 
 
 From bards and chroniclers of that far land 
 
 Beyond the seas, the fabled Isles of Thule ? 
 
 Isa. — It was to hear of these I sent for thee. 
 
 Col.— Our mariners, as they sailed, blown from their course, 
 
 Report of such uncharted, nameless shores, 
 
 And many fables of the ancients point 
 
 To these conclusions. If their winged ships 
 
 Did reach and ground their keels on those far strands 
 
 May not our sails, filled with the gracious winds 
 
 Of Christendom, follow where they have led? 
 
 Isa. — But these are fables of the heathen, Colon, 
 
 Not made for credence. That were impiety. 
 
Col. — Man cannot dream of what may not exist, 
 
 And truth lies mirrored in prophetic vision 
 
 As tiny pools reflect the arch of heaven ; 
 
 The soil, although it be not holy land, 
 
 Brings forth good fruitage, water hath uses for 
 
 The earth's refreshment even unblessed, and oil 
 
 Rich gifts wherewith to heal a gaping wound, 
 
 'Though it be not the holy chrism of unction : 
 
 The Church endows it with this special function. 
 
 Juan. — It doth concern the good of Christendom. 
 
 Isa. — What would you of us, Colon ? Speak your wish. 
 
 Col. — Fain would I go to search for those dim shores, 
 
 In galleys armed by thee, and in return 
 
 Lay at thy feet the empires of the Orient. 
 
 Isa. — No man did ever read my thoughts till now, 
 
 Columbus ! So have I dreamed that I should be 
 
 To high deeds highly consecrate. 
 
 Col. — Thou art placed high to show us high disdain 
 
 For aims ignoble. Not for that thou shalt wear 
 
 This pearl among thy jewels, but shalt be called 
 
 Blessed among women, second to none save her 
 
 With whom 'twere impious even to compare thee. 
 
 Isa. — I have in mine own right jewels and gold, 
 
 Castilian revenues ; these shalt thou have. 
 
 Col. — How well doth sovereignty become a woman ! 
 
 A distant convent bell strikes for the angelus as the curtain goes 
 down. 
 
 Musical interlude. — These orchestral interludes fill all the time 
 between the parts, and prepare the 7?iood for the following parts, so 
 that there is no break between the first note of the prelude and the last 
 words of the closing choral. 
 
II. 
 
 THE VOYAGE. 
 
 Personages. 
 
 Don Colon The Admiral. 
 
 Pedro Alonzo Nino Pilot. 
 
 Sancho Ruiz Pilot. 
 
 Rodriguez Sanchez Inspector of the Fleet. 
 
 Diego De Arana Principal Alguazil.™ 
 
 Rodrigo De Escobar King' s Notary. 
 
 Two Adventurers^ Sailors, Soldiers, &*c. 
 
 Scene — Mia-ocean, aboard the "Santa Maria;" the Admiral on 
 the poop ; Sancho Ruiz on watch. A motley group of sailors, 6°r. , 
 on the main deck. The two adventurers seated together, apart, play- 
 ing at moro.'f 
 
 Sancho. — Against our galley, where sea fire-flies flash, 
 In dull, long thuds the shoreless breakers plash ; 
 And, darkly on the ocean, mirrored lies 
 The face of darkness, till the waters seem 
 Pale as one lying in a troubled dream, 
 Who breaks the nameless terror of his sleep 
 With a low cry : so, out of stormless skies, 
 Through taut, wet ropes, keen as a serpent's hiss 
 The east wind flies ; chilling the very bones, 
 Congealing in the veins the blood's red flow; 
 Not the attested risk, the sudden squall ; 
 
 * Alguazil, an officer of police. f Old Italian ^ame. 
 
 (?) 
 
Flaws, flashes, bold, wild winds that laughing leap 
 
 Out of the cloud-rack, touching as they fly 
 
 Un fathomed ocean chords, waking their low, 
 
 Tumultuous, and mighty organ tones ; 
 
 For this majestic music only the gray, 
 
 Monotonous, endless monotone of ocean waves at play. 
 
 Rodrigo. — He said that I should find women more fair 
 
 Than those of Spain.; houris whose smouldering eyes 
 
 Burn with cold fire, timid as couched fawn 
 
 In forest glade, pale as the sky at dawn ; 
 
 Living jewels sailing the sultry air ; 
 
 Odors of Ind winged in aerial flight ; 
 
 Fruits strange unto the taste and to the sight 
 
 Most strange, dim-sphered, of opalescent hue, 
 
 Chameleon-tinted as a drop of dew, 
 
 Melting upon the lip as the dew dies 
 
 In rapture at the first long kiss of day ; 
 
 And I have found instead only the gray, 
 
 Long, wind-blown furrows of wild waves at play. 
 
 Rodriguez. — I came for conquest, and my coat of mail 
 
 Rusts in the locker. Like a creeping snail 
 
 I crawl about the galley's slippery deck ; 
 
 Better the storm, inglorious death by wreck, 
 
 Drowned like a rat, than stagnate on the gray, 
 
 Monotonous waves of ocean at their stupid play. 
 
 Pedro. — The priests were right, they said, the good, wise priests, 
 
 That we should find beyond the sea's rim, there, 
 
 Quicksands, morasses, and the filthy, lair 
 
 Of slimy reptiles, toads, man-eating beasts ; 
 
 These be the shores that lie beyond the gray, 
 
 Untraveled, trackless plains of ocean, waves at play. 
 
 ist Adven. — The goldsmith Hafiz said that I should find 
 
 Gold red as copper, many times refined, 
 
 Heavy as lead ; gems that would shame the sea 
 
 Enchanted pearl. Cursed Moor, for this dull, gray, 
 
 Unprofitable sweep of barren waves at play. 
 
2d Adven. — Accidente / — Let him who yonder stands 
 Look to it that he bring us to these lands 
 Of promise, or this keen-edged blade I'll lay 
 Across his throat — thus ; think you the gray, 
 Sullen, old ocean babbles in its childish play? 
 Rodrigo. — How the churls prate! — Oh, for the acetism 
 Of the bright court : the oil of courtesy 
 Poured o'er the spirit like a sacring chrism 
 Sharpening the very barb and point of wit. 
 Come, gracious music, gentle minstrelsy, 
 Soothe with soft-married chords my vexed spirit. 
 
 [Sings to a mandoiin.~\ 
 
 Andalusia, Andalusia, 
 With thy golden-fruited groves, 
 Where the low-browed Dolorosa 
 In the moonlight dreaming roves ; 
 
 In the garden, Dolorosa, 
 Where, upon the ruined wall, 
 Lizards crawl, 
 
 And the sombre cypress throws a 
 Shadow like a funeral pall, 
 
 Where the peacock. Dolorosa, 
 Trails his plumes in idle grace, 
 And the tongue of Andalusia 
 Makes soft music through the place ; 
 
 Let not others. Dolorosa, 
 Win thy favor, for my love 
 Flies to thee in far Alhama 
 From the ocean, like a dove. 
 
 Shall I e'er in Andalusia 
 Through the golden-fruited grove, 
 With thee in the moonlight rove, 
 Marequita de mi alma, 
 Dolorosa ? 
 
 Rodriguez. — Peace to your mawkish lays and lovers' lore ; 
 Can you not stir our hearts with songs of war? 
 
At least there are no women on this gray, 
 Passionless, wide sea, rolling in aimless play. 
 
 [Rodrigo sings. ~] 
 What warrior rides in barded array 
 With nodding of plumes in the heat of the fray ; 
 
 With corselet of steel and armour of chain, 
 With a shield that is red as the sun in the West, 
 With close-woven vizor and 'long lance at rest, 
 'Tis the Cid— 'tis the Cid — 'tis the flower of Spain. 
 
 There sits in her tower, 'mid pages and maids, 
 While the arms of the Cid on a banner she braids, 
 
 The proudest of all the proud ladies of Spain ; 
 For does he not wear on his sleeve, in the fight, 
 As a talisman, ever untarnished and bright, 
 
 The orange-lined scarf of the Lady Ximene. 
 
 RodiHguez. — Give me thy mandolin — tighten the key; 
 Bah, the string snaps; 'tis the soft-salted sea. 
 
 [Rodriguez sings, .] 
 Santa Maria, shrive him where he lies 
 
 In the cold bracken, wet with midnight dew ; 
 Through forest aisles where no man doth pursue. 
 Driven by glazing eyes a rider flies. 
 
 Hide ferns those dying orbits' fix£d stare, 
 Lest one behold reflected in their spheres 
 That which would freeze a stricken mother's tears 
 
 Up at their source. Better that he lie there, 
 
 Shrouded in fronds, where pine crests darkly loom 
 In columned shade ; better that there should reign 
 
 A pale-faced brother in a brother's room, 
 Haunted by ghastly visions of the slain, 
 
 And one who flies forever through the gloom 
 Of forest aisles, crouching with slackened rein. 
 
 Don. — Oft when, a lad, I stood upon the quays, 
 
 The marble quays, of Genoa the bold, 
 
 Rich, homeward-freighted galleys furled their sails, 
 
 Sounds rose of busy traffic from the mart, 
 
 And tuneful cries of mariners — "Ahoy ! " 
 
 "Ahoy ! vessel to larboard, boys ! Ahoy ! " 
 
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 As in a half-forgotten dream, unheeded: 
 
 My spirit was afloat, and followed where 
 
 The sharp, white light fell on the lessening sail 
 
 Until it trembling sank below the bright 
 
 Marge of the sea, and queried, ''Whither bound?" 
 
 Already I beheld visions of shores 
 
 Unvisited, and nether worlds. My soul 
 
 Set to new worlds as the quick needle 
 
 Feels for the pole. 
 
 Shall I grow faint, and lose the sight God gives 
 
 To little children and to child-like men ? 
 
 He who holds steadfast to this inward sight 
 
 Shall reach the goal ; not otherwise, my soul. 
 
 Yon cloud, that drifts across the face of day, 
 
 Obscures the sun ; but he, the lamp of God, 
 
 Ere long dispels the foul and noxious vapors : 
 
 Intangible forms of danger often thus 
 
 Obscure the light within me ; but, if they quench 
 
 The light, then is my spirit dark indeed. 
 
 What do these sluggards know of that deep fount, 
 
 That hidden source, from which my spirit draws 
 
 A God-like calm? Yet shall their truant purpose, 
 
 Arid weakness, be stayed by it through me. 
 
 Yea, I will bear them with me to the end. 
 
 — See how, with ribald jests and idle play, 
 
 They cheat the time and steal the hours away. 
 
 [Second Adventurer sings.'] 
 
 Let him with his courtier ways, 
 Tripping songs, and roundelays. 
 
 Worship at the shrine of Venus : 
 In the dancing Maenads' train, 
 Skirts bedraggled with the stain 
 Of trampled grapes, we'd follow fain 
 Tipsy old Silenus. 
 
 1st Ad. — Who is this gloomy Don Magnifico who treats with sov- 
 ereigns and scorns us common folk? 
 
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 2d Ad. — They say he was an idle sailor lad of Genoa. 
 
 ist Ad. — Nay, he is schooled, and writes within a book like the 
 
 King's notary. The Prior of Rabida 'twas procured his favor with 
 
 the Queen, and thus he comes by all his treasure, pomp, and titles. 
 
 2d Ad. — He was simple Colon when he began. The learned school 
 
 of fishes we'll consign him to will soon, by grammatical, inverse 
 
 ratio reduce him to a semi-colon, and thus to a point. 
 
 ist Ad. — How, to a point? 
 
 2d Ad. — Why man, do not the grammarians define a point to be 
 
 nothing? 
 
 ist Ad. — How can a thing be nothing? 
 
 2d Ad. — By ceasing to be, thou blockhead ! 
 
 Don. — The vulgar thought disturbs me not 
 
 That we shall find, at this bourne or at that, 
 
 The place of torment ; yet in these nether worlds 
 
 May there not be forces conformed to strange 
 
 Necessities ; air denser, or more light, 
 
 Whereat the lungs refuse their usual functions : 
 
 Strange ethic laws, that, knowing not, we fall 
 
 Into unnatural crime ; and, having lost 
 
 All memory of things past, nor gained instead 
 
 Their cosmic word, we do forever grope, 
 
 Weeping, in blind confusion ? — The noble purpose, 
 
 Nobly pursued, leads not to such undoing. 
 
 Let me not dwell in marshy fens of doubt, 
 
 Where foul, miasmic mists steal o'er the senses, 
 
 Changing the sometime vigor of the blood 
 
 To sick irresolution. When shall these eyes 
 
 Behold the land of my delight, green isles 
 
 And gracious curving shores, where the fresh brook 
 
 Flows babbling to the sea ? My nostrils scent 
 
 The earth-mould of new lands — lands that I shall 
 
 Have dowered with life. Oh ! could I stand awhile 
 
 On some far peak of time, and, looking back 
 
 Across the sea of days rolling between, 
 
 Behold the fields, and taste the round, ripe fruit 
 
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 Of the small, living seed sown here to-day 
 
 By this weak hand — nations and peoples vast, 
 
 Innumerable, owning the gracious sway 
 
 Of the meek Master; blessed, and sending back 
 
 Blessings undreamed upon that other world, 
 
 Whence I am bearing to these unknown shores 
 
 The ark and sacred covenants of God. 
 
 Sancho. — Hush ! — 'Tis the hour when the earth doth keep 
 
 Silence before the Lord. The inchoate deep, 
 
 Unconscious of a God, tumultuous sways, 
 
 Where, from the vaulted sky's ethereal steeps 
 
 The sun descending, shorn of resplendent rays, 
 
 Stains with his blood the couch whereon he sleeps. 
 
 [All, standing with uncovered heads and making the sign of the 
 cross, sing, as the sun goes down.'] 
 
 Salve Regina ! 
 
 No convent bell, lingeringly 
 
 Throbs in the dusky, Spanish air 
 
 At even prayer. 
 
 Out of the deep we cry to thee, 
 
 Salve Regina ! 
 
 Sancho. — All's well ! 
 
 Don.^— Relieve the watch, Alonzo. 
 
 Alonzo. — Ay, ay ! 
 
 Curtain falls. Musical interlude. 
 
III. 
 
 THE DISCOVERY. 
 
 Personages. 
 
 Don Colon The Admiral. 
 
 Pedro Alonzo Nino Pilot. 
 
 First Adventurer. 
 
 Second Adventurer. 
 
 Indian Medicine Man, Braves, and Maiden Warriors. 
 
 Scene — A deeply-wooded, tropical island. Under palm and groo- 
 groo trees glimpses of a green circle, in the centre of which is a rude 
 altar, and on the altar a fawn lying ready for sacrifice. 
 
 Time — Sunset. 
 
 Don. — Almost my hope is fainted ; I seem 
 
 But to pursue a dream and still a dream, 
 
 Like false earth-lights that lead to nothing and 
 
 No whither. 
 
 Vast, original, deep silence. 
 
 The bourne I seek recedes as I approach it. 
 
 I cannot pray. The intangible God, 
 
 That walked with me in Spain, is absent here. 
 
 Did I then, like the heathen, make. a vast 
 
 And magnified projection of myself, 
 
 And worship it ? — Get thee behind me, Satan ! 
 
 For that he doth withdraw his visible 
 
 Surroundings, lo, I faint. I knew sheep were 
 
 There, and of other folds ; did I not come 
 
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 To seek them ? but, not these, Master, not these ! 
 
 — These be the imperial shores of fabled Ind, 
 
 But where the marshalled hosts arrayed, warriors, 
 
 And arms victorious of an impious God ? 
 
 Saladin, on his steed caparisoned, 
 
 Riding with impious vows and cries of Allah ? 
 
 Scimitared and turbaned Turks victorious, 
 
 Dyed with the immaculate blood of Christendom ? 
 
 — I do await the coming of Alonzo. 
 
 These altars and midsummer festivals 
 
 Portend, perchance, something beyond light revels. 
 
 May not these be the fringes of the skirt 
 
 Of wide, imperial Ind? — Welcome, Alonzo ! 
 
 Welcome, good friend ! 
 
 Alon. — Be not cast down, dear Master ! 
 
 The favorable star that marshalled thee, 
 
 Deserts thee here ; everywhere I found 
 
 The red-limbed /supple children of the forest, 
 
 Whose foes are but the monsters of the brake ; 
 
 Jaguars with flaming eyes, whose swift leap shakes 
 
 The trembling earth ; and the entwining length 
 
 Of sliding serpents, hanging coiled from boughs 
 
 Drooping above deep, silent water-ways; 
 
 Creatures as like the Indians as these are to 
 
 Ourselves, swaying in chain -like bridges from 
 
 The melancholy, bearded trees — for here 
 
 Nature assumes the semblance of mankind, . 
 
 And man becomes a creature of the woods ; 
 
 So interchangeable do all things seem. 
 
 These taught us how to prize the netted gourds, 
 
 Filled with a luscious, supernatural milk ; 
 
 Large as the heads of nut-brown Indian boys ; 
 
 Webbed, like an oriole's nest. Deem it not then 
 
 The porch of royal Ind, where man declines 
 
 To kindred with the beasts. 
 
 Don. — Have we not found 
 
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 Traditions here of power — temples and suns, 
 And gods imaged of clay? Inscriptions writ 
 On stone, as do the heathen, commemorating 
 Rites sacrilegious and foul achievements? 
 
 [As Don Colon and Alonzo go off to the tight the two adven- 
 turers enter. ~\ 
 
 2d Ad. — What is this — a fairy ring? 
 
 ist Ad. — Here is a meat offering. 
 
 2d Ad. — Some rude altar laid perchance 
 
 For the mystic Indian dance. 
 
 ist Ad. — Let us hide behind this tree : 
 
 These green boughs our covert be. 
 
 2d Ad. — Hush ! I hear rustling leaves. 
 
 ist Ad. — See them coming one by one. 
 
 2d Ad. — Spells and charms the wise man weaves 
 
 At the setting of the sun. 
 
 [Medicine man and braves, followed by maiden warriors, enter the 
 green circle. Braves chant to a rude accompaniment of drum and 
 cymbal that emphasizes the rhythm of the song and dance. .] 
 
 Braves. 
 
 Sound, sound the bright cymbal ! 
 See them come, one by one, 
 To the loud-beating drum, 
 The bright cymbal. 
 
 On each staid, nut-brown maid, 
 
 Wreaths of pallid moon-flowers laid ; 
 
 Ringing cymbal, beating drum, 
 
 Marshal where the maidens come. * 
 
 Maiden warriors, proud as fire, 
 Pure of every earth desire ; 
 See them go, eyes aglow, 
 Smouldering with the battle ire. 
 
 In their mailed virginity, 
 See the maiden warriors shine ; 
 Conquerors by right divine 
 Of their vestal purity. 
 
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 What on earth can stand before 
 These bright harbingers of war ; 
 Who is pure enough to stay 
 Mailed virgins in the fray ? 
 
 Hail them, hail them as they come, 
 Sounding brass and beating drum ; 
 Flashing lances in their hands, 
 Virgin bands ! 
 
 Maiden Warriors. 
 
 Panthers glide through the wide 
 Shadow-lands on every side. 
 
 Medicine Man {chants). 
 
 Lay the wood and set the torch, 
 Flesh of red deer burn and scorch, 
 Lift the sacrificial fire 
 To the day-god's funeral pyre, 
 To his clouded, dusky porch. 
 
 Lo, he faints, he falls, he dies ; 
 
 On his couch the sun-god lies. 
 Now he seeks the silent, dark 
 Shadow-lands ; keep the spark 
 
 Lighted till he doth arise. 
 
 Maiden Warriors (sing, encircling the fire) 
 Day to day is linked as we 
 Clasp our circling hands to be 
 Emblems of a mystery. 
 
 Medicine Man. 
 
 Close upon the day-god's flight, 
 Vestal guardian of the night, 
 -Luna, from her pallid shroud 
 Steals athwart a fleecy cloud, 
 In a weird, unearthly light. 
 
 Maiden Warriors. 
 
 Luna, hang thy silver lamp 
 Low above the Indian camp. 
 
 Luna is used as more familiar and rhythmical than Mrlitta, the moon goddess. 
 
If thou slumber, who may keep 
 Watch until the dawn doth creep 
 
 Like a captive from his cave 
 
 In the dark and lonesome grave ? 
 
 Medicine Man. 
 
 White-wood ashes we strow 
 Where the dying embers glow, 
 Till the waves of dawn flow 
 Round each peak and shadowy bay, 
 And the rushing tides of day 
 Fill the caverns of the night 
 With a boundless sea of light. 
 
 Braves. 
 
 Swift as rippling winds that flow 
 Through green leaves the maidens go 
 Drum and cymbal softly beat 
 To their light, receding feet. 
 
 Maiden Warriors. 
 
 Luna, Luna, lead us on ! 
 2d Ad. — They are gone. 
 
 Curtain falls. Musical interlude. 
 
 CONCLUSION. 
 
 [ The dying Columbus seated alone. • Chorals by invisible singers 
 of voices of Nature broken into semi-choruses of Earth and Air; 
 and of voices of Revelation divided into semi-choruses of Inspiration 
 and Prophecy. ~\ 
 
 Col. — Mysterious monarch, whose unveiled majesty 
 None may behold and live ; to whose unfringed eyes 
 The night is as the daylight, and the garish day 
 Cool as deep-bowered groves ; for whom the farthest pulse 
 Of time beats in the passing hour rounding to soft 
 
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 Completion ; and this hour flows in the arteries of 
 
 Eternity ; from whom naught hidden is concealed ; 
 
 Who walkest in the deep and ridest in the storm ; 
 
 And dost behold the uttermost shores of space, whereon 
 
 The shifting sands are strewn and counted ; thee have I sought. 
 
 And with my dedicated power would fain extend 
 
 The boundaries of thy empire ; and as I traveled on 
 
 Thou didst withdraw thyself; no more I saw thee throned 
 
 On clouds, or communed with thee walking in the grove. 
 
 Then, when I lost thee from the visible, sentient world, 
 
 I found thee, veiled by the clouds, obscured by the sense, 
 
 Light of the soul ; whom I dare not so much as name 
 
 Or look upon ; to whom this little earth is but 
 
 The portal of infinity, through which we catch 
 
 The gleam of starry worlds, and hear the waves 
 
 Of that untraversed sea that beats about thy throne. 
 
 Voices of Earth {Semi-chorus). 
 
 'Though he lie in the shadow of silence 
 Clothed upon with the semblance of sleep, 
 'Though he rest in the dungeon where darkness 
 And the earth-clod no memory keep 
 Of his name and the place of his sleep, 
 
 Voices of Air {Semi -chorus). 
 
 Yet he lives in the powers that inform 
 The spiral, slow movements of nature : 
 'Though he fade in the storm and the sunshine 
 Yet he lives in the sun and the storm, 
 Rebuilt and renewed in new form. 
 
 Voices of Inspiration {Semi- chorus). 
 
 Not alone in the forces of nature, 
 Built up like the flower from the sod, 
 Not alone doth he live in the sunshine 
 Who breathes the quick spirit of God. 
 
 Col. 
 
 Even as a little child, 
 Trustful, fearless, undefined ; 
 
For it is thy hand that leads 
 
 My footsteps ; that same hand that feeds 
 
 The sheep upon the peaceful hills ; 
 
 Did I think that he would feed 
 
 His foolish sheep, and bid me lead 
 
 Souls in peril in their need ? 
 
 When we seek to work our wills 
 
 We blunder ; yet, O power divine, 
 
 We fail not, for our work is thine. 
 
 [Faintly in the distance as he is dying.~\ 
 
 Voices of the Earth {Semi -chorus). 
 
 Like unto like transmutes in endless form, 
 
 Earth unto dust, and thence through sun and storm. 
 
 [Faintly in the distance. ~\ 
 Voices of Prophecy {Semi- chorus). 
 
 The soul made in God's image doth not plod 
 A dreary treadmill round from sun to sod, 
 But lives translated in the sight of God. 
 
 Voices of Revelation {Chorus). 
 
 Great and small together blend, 
 The beginning is the end, 
 Time is not, God was of yore, 
 Is now, and shall be evermore. 
 
 Voices of Nature {Chorus). 
 
 Earth his form, his passing breath 
 Freights a soul from birth to death. 
 
 Voices of Prophecy {Semi-chorus). 
 
 Yet hail thee mortal for his power 
 Wrought by thee, it is thy dower 
 Above all other men to be 
 Informed with his divinity. 
 
 Voices of Inspiration {Semi-chorus). 
 
 This new Adam who refrained, 
 Being tempted yet abstained, 
 Through obedience hath attained. 
 
All (Full Chorus). 
 
 Mortal, thou alone hast trod 
 One with nature, one with God. 
 
 Voices of Inspiration (Semi- chorus). 
 
 What are shackles, what is pain, 
 To the soul that lives again. 
 
 All (Full Chorus). 
 
 Let thy dust to dust return, 
 As the woody fibres burn ; 
 For the spirit shall ascend, 
 Creature and creator blend, 
 Till the soul and God are one. 
 
 The following choruses of Revelation and of Sons of Men are 
 supposed to sound from a distance, as from the remote future, and are 
 not immediate, as the preceding choruses : — 
 
 Voices of Prophecy (Semi- chorus). 
 
 Peoples vast, innumerable, 
 Multitudes acclaim thee 
 Chief of men ! 
 
 Sons of Men (First Semi- chorus). 
 
 How are the mighty fallen ! 
 The lowly lifted up, 
 The bond set free ! 
 
 Sons of Men (Second Semi-chorus). 
 
 We have seen him in a chariot of fire. 
 We have heard him in the storm. 
 
 Voices of Inspiration (Semi-chorus). 
 
 Though ye have shed innocent blood, 
 Yet shall the blood of the innocent 
 Sprinkle the gates of the Temple 
 Even the Holy of Holies ! 
 
Sons of Men {First Semi-chorus). 
 Thou art a spirit, 
 And all who worship, worship thee in spirit ! 
 
 Voices of Prophecy (Semi-chorus). 
 
 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, 
 
 For he hath prepared a way before him in the wilderness. 
 
 Voices of Prophecy. 
 
 Behold, I show you a mystery, 
 
 Which hath been hidden with God from the beginning. 
 
 Chorus of Revelation. 
 
 As he is made equal with God 
 So ye are sons in him, 
 And if sons heirs. 
 
 Chorus of Inspiration (Semi- chorus). 
 
 The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; 
 We are his people and the sheep of his pasture. 
 
 Voices of Prophecy {Semi- chorus). 
 Israel shall be glad, 
 
 And the ends of the earth shall praise thee, 
 For thou hast visited and redeemed thy people. 
 
 Chorus of the Sons of Men. 
 
 Gentile and Jew are we 
 
 Brothers in liberty, 
 
 All sons of God. 
 
 In this new, dawning, day 
 
 Bondmen from dark Cathay, 
 
 Northmen in proud array, 
 
 All sons of God. 
 
 Foreheads once branded now 
 
 Marked on each shining brow 
 
 A son of God. 
 
 Hear from Gethsemane 
 
 Voices of prophecy : 
 
 All men are equal, free, 
 
 All sons of God. 
 
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