ALONZO AND IMAEL.
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O tell me, he cried, what spirit so light,
So beautiful e'en in despair,
Is wand'ring alone 'mid the storm of the night,
When to guide her no star in the heaven is bright,
No gleam save the lightning's red glare!
So beautiful e'en in despair,
Is wand'ring alone 'mid the storm of the night,
When to guide her no star in the heaven is bright,
No gleam save the lightning's red glare!
'Tis young Imanel, answered his guide with a sigh,
The rich, the beloved, and the gay,
Who is doomed from her friends and her country to fly,
For she loved, and she wedded Alonzo the spy,
Who has left her and fled far away.
The rich, the beloved, and the gay,
Who is doomed from her friends and her country to fly,
For she loved, and she wedded Alonzo the spy,
Who has left her and fled far away.
Alonzo the spy! and he darted away
With the speed of a shooting star,
Nor heeded the call of his gunide to stay,
But toward the poor lone one he bounded away;
She had fled to the sea-beach afar.
With the speed of a shooting star,
Nor heeded the call of his gunide to stay,
But toward the poor lone one he bounded away;
She had fled to the sea-beach afar.
One glance of the forked lightning's glare
Played bright round the fair one's face,
And it beamed on Alonzo, for he was there,
And it beamed on his bride, on his Imanel dear,
Clasped at length in his joyful embrace.
Played bright round the fair one's face,
And it beamed on Alonzo, for he was there,
And it beamed on his bride, on his Imanel dear,
Clasped at length in his joyful embrace.
